.. wiggle it... ugh! Ugh! Squirm it high inside your pussy... Oh God, his finger feels good up in there! Don't you wish it were his cock instead of hi... finger? You know you like fucking better than anything. Andrew Blaine knows it too... If you want him to, he'll fuck you now..."With each word, Ruth seemed to lose more and more control of herself. Blaine could see her spreading her legs wider, and he leaned over and slipped his finger deeper into her cunt. It was then that he pushed the table. Corny, clichéd it may have been, but, shit, it was a great, great day out. We returned home and although Christmas was still a few months off, we watched ‘Love Actually’ – and argued, for the first time but without malice, which of the couples was most credible. In the end, we settled for ‘none of them’. We ate ‘French’ – cheese, biscuits and most importantly, a bottle of wine. Each. And then we went to bed, and did as we had done the night before, framing deep and full rest with two sessions. " I know a couple of Jesuits who use dance as part of spiritual exploration."Dolores started to giggle. "Dancing Jesuits?" Quiet, my wench daughter. Yes, the ones that got the idea were in South Asia and took up some of their mind-body disciplines. Sexual Tantra isn't the only one. When they published the idea, some of the Irish priests looked at traditional Celtic dance. OK, you do get a shot at laughing at nuns doing their equivalent of Lord of the Dance. Michael Flatley was not involved. And. After only a couple of minutes, she emerged wearing her toy. She looked so sexy, her hips swaying, breasts bouncing, and her rubber cock pointing at me. We embraced again, her lips to mine, her nipples and mine rubbing gently together, and her cock nestled against my pussy. Jack, I was sooo hot! I wanted to feel it deep in my cunt, Jane and I, arms entwined kissing deeply as she fucked me senseless! I fell back on the bed, spreading my legs, pussy glistening with anticipation. Jane crawled up.