I answered before Jess could.“No, between the lube on the tube and nozzle already and all of your cum in her back door, she should be just fine.”U...certainly, he pointed the tip at Jess’ asshole menacingly. I saw him take a breath before he moved in with it.Just before the nozzle reached her sphincter, his nervousness made the tube wiggle and it missed the bullseye, instead striking the dimple just above her asshole.“Ooof!” Jess exclaimed, rocking forward.“Oh, I’m sorry!” Brent said, pulling. We ate the fruit, got out the quilts, and settled in for the night, her in the back seat, and me in the front.Like I mentioned before, I was painfully shy. She was a perfect lady.About sunrise we were awakened by the chirp of a police siren. Up walked an officer (they didn't like being called cops in those days). In his friendliest, I busted you doing something wrong voice, he greeted, "Good morning." He then asked, "Is there a reason you are parked on a public road this time of day?" Well,. So, the access to her body was bit easy. I am so good in rubbing my hand on girl’s thighs and pussy as I did it many times in my life.I started to move my hand on her left thigh and was slowly caressing her thighs. She was getting horny slowly and she spread her legs so that I will have a good access. As everything was happening inside the bed sheet, nothing was visible outside and it was darkness too. So we had enough freedom to play our game.I slowly moved my hand to the inside part of the. I mentioned to her I knew her son from football, but had never seen her at the gym.“I’m Ffion Probert. My neighbour takes Geraint to practise evenings with her son. All the boys talk about ‘Des’, I thought you were black.” I explained Franklin Desmond was the coach, while I only helped out with the training, and it was Franklin who was black.At the reception desk of the police station we were directed to a room on the upper floor. Geraint was sat in a chair playing with his ‘Game Boy’,.