Griselda dismounted, withdrawing the massive dildo. She walked across the room towards me and proudly displayed the undamaged eggs contained in their ...ranslucent container. I could scarcely believe that the extreme exertions I had witnessed had been achieved without injury to the eggs. The maid soaked a cloth in vinegar and wiped the dildo clean of her mistress’s bodily fluids. She removed the leather harness from around her hips and the dildo from the harness. She screwed the solid dildo to. I would do whatever I could to get close to her, and I think she enjoyed the attention from me. Her son was a complete fuck-up, and her husband was overweight, so she liked having me around. I was "normal", and a good looking k**.I remember one night when my friend and I had finally decided to crash out after drinking, smoking weed and listening to punk rock music. His parents were out of town and we had the house to ourselves. I'm naturally a light sleeper, and my friend was definitely not. He. I kept thrusting into her as she asked although it was getting difficult as it felt as if she was trying to push me out of her from the inside till I felt something give & she seemed to open up with what felt like fingers tickling & squeezing my knob-end which in turn made me tense up & shoot my spunk deep inside her.When we'd recovered our breath she said, "Oooh, that was a good one, I've not come like that for a while!" Which did my ego a power of good after me worrying I might have been. YOU WILL HAVE TO BE PATIENT WITH THIS STORY BECAUSE IT WANDERS OFF ON SOME ODD TANGENTS quite often but eventually comes back to the story line before heading off on another foray into my weird imagination. I apologize for that. Be tolerant because all those wanderings weave the story together. I hope you enjoy this very off the wall and whimsical tale. ***** Mirror. Mirror. On the Wall The idea for this tale started a few weeks after we had a garage sale. Over the years we’ve had them before.