" I handed her a large butternut squash ( the ones that look like a penis with a large bulb at the bottom). The shaft was thicker than the bottle but...not as thick as the bat. She fondled and stroked the shaft of the squash provocatively. So I squirted some lube on the top and she stroked it again coating the entire shaft with the slippery goo. “I’ll bet this feels great,” she said adjusting her ass on the bolster we used to prop her up.She tried to insert it but it kept slipping. “help me damn. "Two hours later, having drank quite slowly and eaten a good meal, they were ready and raring to go. Although it was now dark, it still wasn't much cooler, but at least it was a little less humid."Wow, I see what you mean" Stephen commented as they went out of the hotel, walked 100 metres along a narrow road and then crossed a much busier road to the top of the main street which was now closed to traffic; pedestrians only at night. He saw lights and girls everywhere, before asking "so where do. Her soft whimpers turned into breathier, louder moans. She was starting to be loud enough for neighboring rooms to be able to hear her. But what little restraint shed begun with had been discarded by now. She was horny and enjoying it, discarding all her concerns, including what her friends might think if they heard her getting laid right after Karens funeral, had been the whole point of this dalliance with Paul. For his part, Paul didnt care much about the noise either. All he could think. Anything I agree to do with you is purely choice. You can’t arrest me for that.’ She responded firmly. Pissed off that she was this careless. ‘That’s what you think. You know the name Bill Rickedy? He’s one of your VIP clients, right?’ He asked. Kobi didn’t respond, but he knew she understood the situation she was in. ‘What do you want?’ Kobi asked fearing the answer. The cop smiled and rubbed his chin. He had planned things perfectly. ‘I want you to help me. That’s all.’ ‘Help you how?’ Kobi.