They would not be certain without testing them on animals first.“Good thinking, my darling. Your botanical advice is going to be very helpful over t...e years as our children grow.”Sheila went to bristle at the automatic assumption of her having a number of children, then realised with a start that she didn’t really mind any more about having several children with John. She stammered, “Thank you, my love.”John suddenly noticed how they had meshed over the months, so that now he thought of Sheila. He didn't take to my hesitation kindly. He turnedagain toward his car. Seeing him leaving us scared me. I wanted to gethome. I was desperate."OK!" I yelled. "OK! Whatever. Just give us a ride."He never looked back at me. He snickered again and said, "Come on then,get in."I helped Chris along and we got into his truck. It was a nice ride. Hehad a black Lexus SUV. All tinted windows. It was sleek, dark, andmuscular. Not unlike it's driver. I placed got into the back and laidChris. I parted Julie-Ann’s lips with my thumbs and her inner pinkness beckoned me.I drew in the intoxicating scent of her crotch as I looked at the wonder of her femininity.“You’re a beautiful woman,” I said.“In what way?” she replied. “A woman’s parts are not pretty.”“I didn’t say pretty,” I said. “You’re beautiful. Your crotch is a beautiful piece of human engineering, your pubes are like soft grass in a lovely garden. Your labia…”“Shit. You’re a poet? And a Latin scholar?”“Your pussy lips are as. I was doing it slowly so as not to hurt her. She was writhing in pain. I signaled to bring her the coconut oil from the kitchen. She got out of her bed and moved towards her kitchen.Her sight of swaying ass made me unstoppable, and I followed her. I made her lean onto the kitchen platform. I poured some coconut oil inside her asshole and started fucking her ass with fingers increasing one by one. The oil was doing its trick. I could slide in four fingers now.She was in excruciating pain. I told.