She was sliding the bottle up and down inside her cunt, rubbing the thin lips and hitting the sensitive clit button. It felt similar to a prick; only ...older and harder. When she pressed way in, it was much thicker than any prick in the world, and she dug that. Every thrust of the thing brought her cunt-lips pulling across her clit, which was throbbing with passion. Her free hand caressed her breasts or went down to her crotch to aid the bottle in stimulating her clit and lips.Babs was using. When he tried to explain that he was being circumspect and above board about using Crown telephones because of his personal affairs, she looked as if she wanted to smack him.Instead she began to get weepy. "I thought you weren't coming," she said.Instinctively, Gene put his arms around her, and she buried her face in his chest. Holding her had the desired affect of slowing her tears. Unfortunately, holding her close had the undesired affect of raising an immediate strong erection. He could not. Darla then pulled them down to my ankles before resuming her attention to my stiff pole.As Julie recovered from her multiple orgasms, she pushed two fingers into Darla's hairless slit. I followed Julie's lead and slobbered over my middle finger before moving it toward Darla's little pucker. Once there, I rimmed her and heard her moans increase around my prick. I slowly eased inside her rectum and began a slow fucking motion. I timed my movements with Julies so that I was pushing in as she. In that instance, as my pussy tingled from being stroked, I wanted more. Far more!Without warning I felt three more lashings of the cane on my bottom followed once more by the cane burying itself between my wet lips. I never cried out this time. I was not shocked. I knew they were coming and I wanted his cane to fall on my bottom.I nodded. It was his sign for six more. He had told me, in the letter, that there would only be six but that if I wanted more, I had to nod three times. I nodded too.