She was alone. Her husband had gone for an office tour. She welcomed me and offered me water. I drank it and went straight to the matter. She started ...eeping. I held her hand but didn’t hug her even though I didn’t want to miss the chance.She explained her problem with her husband which most women face with their husband. I listened to her carefully.After telling everything, she started to weep again. This time I caressed her back but maintained the distance. I then talked to her, distracted. Once she and Becky were in a one-on-one circumstance, the passion, the flexibility and the knowledge of how to use it made for an amazing performance – I don't know what else to call it. At one point, when Becky had one of Kylie's legs behind her own head and the other behind her own, I began losing track of where one woman stopped at the other one started.A good 30 minutes later, after Becky was allowed to take a quick shower so she could return to her no-sex world, we actually began talking. ‘But with three seers saying they think your plan will fail, we have to abort.’ ‘They didn’t say it will fail, Sir, they only said they think so.’ Zoa had to bite her tongue not to add derogatory comments about tracksters ‘thinking’. She and Fol weren’t alone. ‘Three think you will fail, the rest have no clue,’ repeated Officer Fol, calmly. ‘Not one claims, or even ‘thinks’, you will succeed.’ ‘I still think we should try, Sir.’ ‘Duly noted,’ commented Officer Fol, ‘You may be excused,. Let me handle the pace" I said to him.Well, I aligned my butthole slowly to its penis. Oh my god I am gushing way to much over his penis glans but this fat thing between my butt cheeks and lying direct before my little entrance was nearly to much to handle for me. My instincts kicking in again, knowing what to do. I can feel my butt hole relaxing.His glans pushing more and more into me slowly opening my bumhole, and since we had no lubricant this wasn´t an easy task to do but my muscles were.