I wasn't worried about sticking the nozzle in me. Jeez, I'd taken things much bigger than that little thing. In fact I planned to use my dildo as a ...utt plug so none of the fluid would escape. I had to wait for the next morning for my husband to go to work to do it to myself. I read as much as I could then went into my bedroom, locked the door and told myself I was a bad girl. I needed to undress. I took all of my clothes off and placed a towel on the bathroom floor. I read something. She was lying in a way that her one leg was raised and the other was flat on the bed and two of her fingers were inside her pussy.By seeing her pose itself I got aroused. I immediately removed my boxer and went between her legs and moved her legs apart. I removed her hand from there and I replaced with my tongue. My tongue parted her pussy lips and I licked some of her juice which was smeared around her pussy. She hissed when my tongue touched her pussy and her body trembled a little.Then I. I am no longer on the same plane, but I can see the desperation. The need to help someone that is acting in a purely hedonistic manner is something I can relate to and I get in there to fight her pussy into submission. Turn-about is fair play she must be thinking. I get a taste of my own cum mingled with her juices as I lick, trying to finish her off. She grabs my head and, rougher than she has ever been, begins riding up and down my face as she has a tight hold on my hair. I can hear animal. I wake up the next day on Joe's floor. We have breakfast, and then I realize... I've still got the guy's jacket and I never even found out what his name was. I start going through the pockets of the jacket while Joe starts making inferences that go right over my seriously obtuse head. The jacket smelled of Old Spice, weed, and menthols. In the inside pocket, I found his wallet, and inside that, a business card with a phone number. For the record, his name was Jesus. Turns out the guy sold used.