. my parents are telling me to sell my ass on the street man !!!’ ‘ Sound’s like sound advice to me.’ ‘FUCK YOU NIGGA !!!’ … I just star...ed grinning and walked away … Marsha was standing in the middle of the street shaking and sobbing. She was right. I was a nice guy … to nice people .. and I just kept flashing back to the time a cup of beer was tossed into my face when Marsha thought that I had goosed her. It was actually an aquaintance that was into her. We were at this show and he reached. He started to push inside of me, it felt huge, but I turned to look over my shoulder and realised he wasn't putting his cock in me, it was only a finger. It felt so much bigger than my own fingers inside me. I took deep breaths as he started to stretch my hole."Mmmm nice and tight, just how daddy likes it" Thank you daddy" I said. He spent a few minutes sliding his fingers in and out of my hole. I started to relax and it felt amazing. I couldn't help but groan in pleasure."Time for the real. After a few minutes of this enthusiastic rim job, I felt her pouring lube on my opened backdoor. And then I felt the cold silicone plug slowly being worked into me.It felt like a finger at first but got steadily bigger as she pushed. I gasped and she pulled back a bit, rocking the plug in and out of my hole. After a few pumps, I pushed back my hips and she drove the widest part of the plug completely past my sphincter. I felt the tip of it press against my prostate and the base of it resting on. That memory stirs my loins even more. My erection is now straining against the buttons of my jeans. Oh, happy days. I move quietly up the stairs, missing the creaky tread, and try the bath room. Ah, the long luscious sessions in the bath and the hot furious passion of the shower. I always love to watch her bring herself off with the water jet, who'd have thought such a humble appliance could bring two people such pleasure.I find her in the bedroom at her dresser. She, as normal, is not.