Thewalls of her vagina clamped down on my fingers like a vice as she spasmedagainst them.I slowed my tongue pressure to a gentle caress as her orgasm ...ubsided."Oooo-ooo, Oooo-oo, unghhhhh-hhhhhhhhhhhhhh", she breathed, her mouth notable to form the words of her pleasure. I looked up at her nipples, bothof them standing ridgidly on top of her milky white breasts. I lapped ather juices as it gushed forth from her vagina, relishing her sweet, tangytaste. I pulled my fingers from her tight pussy,. It is just me, I suppose. Perhaps because I lost my father when I was a small child, so no other man can take his place; that may be it.”“That is sad, Reg. I didn’t know you had lost your father at an early age. You missed a lot, not having your father there to look up to and get help from. I was fortunate in that way, and the old guy is still around, retired and doing his own thing with my mother: still calls her his girlfriend after sixty years of marriage!”Reg was happy to hear that.“I am. From then on, they spent their days hard at work farming fields and providing subsistence to the women. He got to go on school to give the girls entertainment, to give them something to play with when they got board.Miss Harumi went on to explain the intricacies of the machine: how it vibrated, how it sucked. It could be turned to squeeze down tight and quickly eject a man, or the controls could be loosened to draw it out and extend his stimulation. She also explained how it could be used as a. It was something she didn't fully understand herself, actually, but there was no sense in making a big deal out of something that no one was to blame for. After all, she'd gotten her money back, and a free tattoo as well.It wasn't the tattoo she'd always wanted, but Molly prided herself on being able to make the most out of any bad situation. She stood in the mirror and looked at the new addition to her skin for the umpteenth time.It was ... well, it was crisp, that was for sure. The words.