When he got to the point where the thigh ends and the pelvis begins, she wiggled and her toes curled. The fragrance from her wet cunt was sweet and in...ense. He had to taste her honeypot. He squeezed her butt cheek with his left hand. His right hand pinched and teased her erect and sensitive nipple. The sensations were intense. Her pussy was on fire. The little man stood tall screaming for relief. The itch inside her intensified. The walls of her wet twat shuddered. His left hand released her. Squirting some lube in my palm, I stroked it onto the head and shaft. The inanimate object didn’t appreciate the quality of the handjob I was giving it, but the longing in my husband’s eyes told me it was having an effect on him.“This is as close as you’ll get to having a real cock,” I taunted as I aimed the gag end toward his mouth. He accepted it and gripped it firmly between his teeth as I fastened the strap behind his head.“I deserve to ride a dick like this, don’t I?” I snickered as I slid. Pete and I had beenfriends since school. We had grown up together, we were in the same classes,and we played for the same rugby team. He was my best mate. Everyone elsethough avoided me like the plague. I was ostracised by the whole communityridiculed and mocked wherever I went. People openly laughed at and tauntedme. I couldn't even go to the pub because it always ended in a fight. Idecided the only thing to do was move.I moved to Wellington found a small flat and set about trying to figure. “Somebody’s popular” came the remark from the clerk as he came over with a sackful of mail. “Are you sure they are all for me?” I asked. The clerk opened the sack and pulled out a handful of letters. “Yep, all for you.” I couldn’t wait to get home to Eve. I emptied the sack on to the kitchen table and we counted 280 replies. We read every letter but had to discard almost 250 of them as most were downright disgusting. Finally we picked out three contenders who had added photographs and seemed.