. and very specific instructions that my hubby was not to penetrate me. That last motion as a bit overwhelming, yet nothing about that last several da...s had been normal.That night, when my hubby got home from work, I anxiously awaited his reaction for my hair and face. "What's for dinner" were the first words out of his mouth. "I'm starved."I sighed and then he actually looked at me. "Well" were his second words, "What did all of that cost me?"I tried to maintain composure and delivered my. But it doesn't really apply though. Sara did stuff with me because, ultimately, she would have an orgasm. Whereas, Ginie did stuff because it felt good. Sara was more of a "traditionalist" when it came to sex, she would blow you, jerk you off whatever, until you came. You would finger her, eat her, she'd dry hump you until she came, sometimes she'd keep going to orgasm again. Everything had an endgame, as it were, an ultimate goal. Ginie wasn't like that. Ginie would let you suck on her tits or. Maybe her massive size might work in his favour. She didn't look like she was that manoeuvrable. Ken crouched down, preparing to spring either left or right."So you want to play," the monster said with a smile. She crouched down as well, arms outstretched as if waiting to tackle him.And tackle him she nearly did. Ken dived first to the left and then to right and on both occasions she moved to block him, her body slithering over the floor like quicksilver. So much for thinking her snake body. He then suggested that maybe I could slip away with one of his friends George. Well I guess that I had had just enough to drink that I agreed.George and I slipped into the bedroom. We started kissing, and tearing at each others clothes. His cock was big but not as big as Troy's. He pushed me to my knees and I took is cock into my mouth. It was nice and thick, just the way I like them. Once he was hard, he pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me. The sex was good but we were both a.