“Very good,” he said. “I can see that your pussy is wet enough,” “Wet enough for wh-” I let out a small yell, as something hard and metall...c like pressed against my pussy opening. I could feel that is was round, cold and was certainly large. He pushed harder and harder, until suddenly my pussy had completely sucked it in. I could feel it stretching my pussy walls, pressing hard against the skin, slowly inching into my depths. “What the fuck is that?” I gasped, almost convulsing. “A Titanica. "I climbed into the back seat then gave him the street address to my apartment. As the cab rushed along the streets I knew so well, my mind searched for more answers. It found none. I looked out almost vacantly at the buildings and stores as they rushed by the cab's window and everything seemed to me as it must have seemed to Dorothy when she was in Kansas. Everything was colorless. My whole world was now in black and white. Only after Dorothy had found Oz was there any color for her, and only. You lift you head, and prop it on a pillow for a good view. Your fingers exploring freely now, you listen to the noises your body makes. How erotic. Fingers facing down, you slide them along your lips, watching them surround your middle finger as you press it between, and into you. You feel the warm wetness on your finger, the slickness of you, the tightness as you squeeze your own finger. You slide it deeper and feel the sensation on your lips. You press your palm down against your clit when. Mmm," he verbally thrilled at the incredible feeling of the once unobtainable Brenda now gulping down his bountiful ball juice. It was over all too soon; five or six spurts and he was through, his cock continued to shudder but little if anything was coming out.Brenda, her eyes closed now, was swirling her tongue around his knob behind her lips, collecting the remnants of his creamy explosion. It felt and looked great. His cock stayed stiff, ready for more. He wanted to service both of his.