" I assured her that was no problem. I removed her skirt and panties and was glad that she was a complete cut bottom cause she had to be at least 8 in...hes. We started to 69 each other while moaning and gasping for air deepthroating along the way. As she pulled my pole out of her mouth she said in the sweetest little voice, "Fuck me papi." I obliged her while slowly thrusting in and out watching her pussy take my pole encased in the lubed up XL magnum condom. I was compelled how hard her cock. He dropped to his knees in front of me and ran just the tip of his tongue up my wet slit. I whimpered and tried to press myself more firmly against his mouth. He used his thumbs to spread my pussy lips apart and thrust his tongue deep inside me.I moaned in lust, as he plunged his tongue into me over and over.As he nibbled my clit with his tongue, his hands reached out and pressed the butt plug, shoving it deeper in my stretched asshole. I let out a sharp loud scream, feeling another orgasm. She had a four wheel drive Jeep which made our passage to the diner much nicer than being on foot. This evening Betty was on duty. She was an older version of Cindy Sue, same big baps and smile, it turns out Cindy Sue was her daughter. The “special” tonight was a meatloaf with a baked potato and some tinned beans, basic, filing, and tasty. Perhaps I could write about some of these meals to fill out my stories. I paid the check and Helen accompanied me back to my room for some more of her. 5225 came into being in the panicked days after September 11, 2001, founded and funded by a reclusive multi-millionaire named H. Worthington Armstrong. Yes, the same Armstrong. His very large fortune was passed down to his loving wife, Melody, on the probate of his will. He died from an overdose of potassium administered by his wife; as he had a heart condition, was considerably overweight, and was well over 80, his doctors didn't question the heart attack he apparently had. His much younger.