.. She stared at it. She looked at Mr. Dodds pleadingly. She looked back at the butt plug. "Come, come now!" exclaimed Dodds, "I'm losing my patie...ce." He leaped to his feet and shoved Flora/Jason onto the bed, shouting, "Stay there and don't move!" He searched through the bedside tables until he found a jar of lubricant, some of Mandy's favorite silicone grease. He liberally smeared Flora's rear passage, through the hole in the suit, and pushed in the plug. All at once and nothing. My guts were jelly and my feet were lead. I just stood there in the dark, watching.Like I always did.I couldn’t see Naomi’s expression; did she like this? I walked around to the other window where I could see.She was staring down at Mick, poker faced. Her hairless vagina was open in his face, he could look right in and so could I.“There, that’s nice, isn’t it? You’re excited; I know you, Naomi. You’re turned on, admit it. Go on Mick, she loves it.”“No, Frank. No.” Protested Naomi; but she. Elegant wasn’t quite the right word. There was a quality of aloofness that added to her feminine allure. It said this was not a woman to make a casual pass at. ‘Hello, Jeff, are you enjoying the event?’ I was a writer. A nearly fifty year old divorced writer, to be more exact. I had grown up in an academic family with a respect for learning, so libraries and librarians fitted into my world view of goodness. ‘Just getting some of my donation back in a glass.’ I smiled at her and she laughed with. Tina was eighteen years old and she was only wearing a 34-B bra. I had not had a girl friend in quite some time so Tina was a pleasant change. When she asked me if she could try on one of my bras I let her. When Tina removed her top and her bra I got to see her bare breasts. I liked them, they were smaller than my tits were but sometimes mine are too big and they get in the way. Tina looked through my selection of bras and picked out my pretty pink one and put it on. She was not a C-cup that.