Bring it home. I can take it. Do your best. You want to get out? You better bring your A game.Sheelagh bore down harder and harder. She focused on the...pixie to hamper its movement. She clenched as tight as possible.The pixie was not giving up. It vibrated faster and faster and began to spin and burrow its way toward freedom. The hot, wet, slippery inside of Sheelah’s pussy was no match for a determined pixie.The vibration and the burrowing were intense and within three minutes, Sheelagh felt. " Coach, I for one feel much better. I think open dialog is what we need," I said as Dad dragged me away.How dare him! I was just getting warmed up. I guess Brad and I wouldn't be roommates. When we were separated, Dad shook his head."I swear that you inherited too much of your mother sometimes. Do you even think Brad knows what half the words you were throwing at him even mean? Derogatory? Sophomoric? Hell, he's a Neanderthal."I burst out laughing."What?" he demanded."Neanderthal? Next you'll. With little else to do, Rex seriously worked-out while on the inside. As Matty lay pleasuring himself, he thought about the two famous motorbike emblems that Rex had tattooed on his upper arms and wondered if he had acquired more ink in the penitentiary. Although Matty had observed Rex’s hairline fast receding during his visits, the generous goatee Rex now sported more than made up for that. Above all, the look of warmth in Rex’s eyes during every visit made Matty yearn with longing after he. He looked at me with that half-cocked head turning from side to side as his beady, black eyes pierced through the nights glow to see if he was in trouble. He must have sensed my fear mixed with relief because he whimpered lightly then backed into the front room to gently sit on his bed. I just gaped at him. It’s just my Sammy. Breathe Jackie, come on girl, breathe. Once I was sure I could walk without hitting the floor I headed toward the kitchen. My legs had the rubbery shaky feeling that too.