The work was pretty straight forward, but Jay had me tear down the set up and start over three times before he was satisfied that I knew what I was do...ng. I didn't get mad at him, because I knew how important it was to do things right with these machines to get them to tell us exactly what the problem was. Anyway, by the third try, Jay was satisfied, and he was ready for the actual diagnosis run.However, Jay called a halt. It was almost break time, and he did not want to start teaching before. She tore a hole in the crotch to get at my asshole. One finger, then two, then three, and I was nearly in a sex induced c***. Fingers in the ass and a tongue on the cock; does it get better that that?! YES!!!She produced, out of nowhere, a 10" vibrator and up it went!!!! (I always wondered where she kept it?). She hit the power and I was off to the races. My ass slammed up and down as my I blew my load hard! Trapped in the nylon, my cum shot through the weave like a water stream from a garden. He’d grumble about somebody else’s rug rats, but he never turned down the cookies.The mothers would take turns gathering them up before he arrived. Chloe once told me if I had a swing set in my yard she wouldn’t see hers until it got dark, then asked if I had any cookies left over. “Not for me, I swear those things have a million calories apiece. I’ll dangle them in front of the hubby as a reward for doing things around the house.”For the first time in a long time I was truly happy with my. Lisa used one hand to stroke from pussy to anus, smearing cum and lube between the two orifices as Aimee quivered and groaned. The other hand held the string of anal beads, six beads each bigger than the one before on a rigid plastic shaft.Lisa dropped her head and deeply kissed the gaping anus and as she lifted her head she released a large drool of spit directly into the opening. Then without pause, she drove the first two balls firmly into the open arse.Aimee bucked and Lisa swatted her.