He then postioned himdelf behind me and started to rub his dick up and down my ass crack and once in a while I culd feel the pressure from him pushin ...he head of his dick against my butt hole. He said he wuld luv to be able to stick it in me and show me how a man and women fuck. But he wasn't sure if he culd get it in me. I just laid there with my head on the grass and my ass in the air and kept feelin him spit on my hole and rub his dick in it and just kept doing it and the burning and. ..........So now we fast forward about 3 years, to last summer, 2019...... The summer that didn’t get cancelled. Elaine was over and after a hot tub we threw on something light and sat around the fire pit. I had on a full length lace bodysuit, with a pair patent leather ankle boots and a black sweater over it. Elaine threw on a T-shirt that she says looked like a dress, but it was too short to really be a dress, but it worked for me. Then out of the blue Elaine asks me, “Isn’t that the outfit. A stream of cum shot out at her neck, another hit her on the lower part of her face, and it kept coming; in the end, she had a random, webbed pattern of cum from the top of her breasts to her face; as he got off, he watched her curiously take a lick at the cum near her mouth, and grin once more. He was completely spent, though, and lay down beside her. He looked over and, to mixed pleasure and surprise, he saw that she was gathering his cum on her finger and bringing it to her mouth like candy.. Onceensconced, Maggie started with an Irish poem (presented in a singsongmanner) for she agreed with Seamus Heaney who wrote, "I can't think of acase where poems changed the world, but what they do is they changepeople's understanding of what's going on in the world." In otherwords, Maggie sought to change Pierre's mind by speaking intelligentlyto his emotions - for such was the Celtic way. Modifying its words everso slightly, Maggie recited an Irish poem originally about a dearmother:God.