’ I heard my own tone of voice and realized that I sounded a little bit desperate. – ‘Norm – I can’t. I’m sorry. Listen – I’ll see you...at Bridge Club, and I’ll explain, OK? I have to go, though. I have to finish this before I can leave.’ – ‘Alright. See you Saturday.’ I said, and then hung up. Shit! What the hell did that mean? What did she have to explain? ********************************** My questions were answered at the Bridge Club. Christina arrived late, as she often did. With Markus.. She rolled and massaged my sack and it felt great.“Oh god” she whispered. My hand had moved from her ass to her pussy. I worked a finger between her lips and moved up and down. She was so wet and slippery I missed my target several times. As great as this was I needed a better position. I boke the kissing and pulled her flat on her back on the bed. I pushed her knees up toward her waist, and moved myself down between her thighs. I could see all her sex now, only inches away. With her legs. "And by the looks of this machine, and the dildo, your jeans are likely to give before the machine, and eventually the dildo will thrust with enough force, it will pierce your jeans and enter you with such force it will hurt so much, by me lowering your jeans and underpants, it will still enter you unfortunately, but it will be with less pain".Despite the fact that by her actions, the dildo would enter me sooner, i could see the logic in what she was doing, this way, there would be less pain. “I… er…” he snapped his mouth shut and clenched his fist. Shit! Steph giggled. “You okay Beans?” “Fine, fine, sorry. Do you want to play some more?” “Could do, or we could just chat for a bit.” “Er, okay.” He dropped out of the game and stretched out on his couch. “So, where are you?” “On my couch.” “No silly, I meant where in the world.” Joe actually felt his cheeks heating and his stomach fluttering. “Oh, right, I’m British, I live in Bristol.” “No shit, seriously?” “Er, yeah.” “Me too. I’m.