" Butshe soon realized that no matter how good the strap-on was it wasn't thesame thing as having a real, live cock of her own to do the fuckingwith.... And in this age, that's no small statement.I mean, I've seen what strap-ons used to be like. They were simplythese thick plastic rods held in place by these straps which went arounda woman's body (hence the term "strap ons" - get it?) I've been fuckedby one or two of those old things and it really wasn't nearly as muchfun as today's strap-ons.. “Yeah, I’ll be there in a few.”I don’t think my feet ever hit the ground as I ran to the garage and mounted my bike. I must have set speed records for a bicycle as I pedaled as hard as my body would let me, fueled by adrenaline and hormones. On the way there, visions of what would take place made riding a little difficult, with the raging boner in my shorts creating a little discomfort. I turned with the curve in the road and Curt’s house came into view, with Jenny sitting on the front porch. Lori was also only eighteen, not that bright herself, but easily handled the job herself. Heaven forbid the cash register ever breaks down and she would have to figure costs out herself."Well, I trained you, didn't I?" I boldly implied. Lori laughed, knowing her own limitations. Lori lived with her boyfriend, but my wife still had time to be jealous of her, since I talked about her all the time at home. I thought I was talking innocently enough, but Lori was a damn pretty girl, and my wife. Barbara just moaned and groaned nearly ready to have another orgasm. Then he backed his fist out until it was positioned right in her anal entrance, stretching her hole wide open. He twisted his fist back and forth rimming Barbara’s anal ring. Barbara grunted out as he kept her hole stretched causing her to feel ripples of pain. Then he sunk his fist back in. He tried pushing deeper into Barbara’s lovely body and his wrist inched in further. How much could she take? How deep into her ass could.