I picked up the hairbrush and used the tip to open her slit for a peek into the tunnel. It was looking pink in there, so I slid an inch of the handle ...nto her and pulled it out again. It glistened, so I pumped it in and out, deeper each time until the whole handle was slick with her juice.She was breathing raggedly by now, so I stopped with the whole handle shoved inside, up to the stiff plastic bristles. I wanted to finish this beer, and the thing looked pretty hot stuffed in her. Now I. Marella is to be worshiped from afar, to be fantasized about, but will never be his to touch, to kiss, to ravish. His body slumps as he realizes age is catching up with him, work is pounding him down and he is lonely. The next day John is talking to Marella about the real market launch he is planning. John is planning a big cocktail party at the golf club, followed by a smaller reception at the country home for a more intimate group of people. John goes through a lot of the details with Marella. We walked into the ballroom where a well-dressed, rather attractive couple was registering guests. Steve handed the couple three tickets. Lucy announced, “Lucy and Steven Gladstone, plus one.” I was the plus one. The woman gave us name tags. Lucy’s and Steve’s were printed. Lucy turned to me and said, “John, you should write your name on this. First name only.” I figured the name tags were ice-breakers, in case I wanted to ask a woman there to dance. The three of us walked into the ballroom.. I had discovered only a short while ago that she enjoyed the probing of her back door with my fingers and I decided that now would be a good time to see if she could stretch wide enough back there to accommodate my thick cock that wanted to experience her mature womanly depth squeezing my shaft like an elastic band of sheer pleasure. She handed me a kitchen towel that she drenched with hot water from the sink and told me to wipe her crack so she was clean for my cock. I thought it was.