He held the bottle of oil in his trembling fingers and let a long stream of oil pour on Janice's asshole. Quickly, he reached a finger up and forced i... deep into her ass, pushing the oil inside her."Ohhhhhhhh!!!" Janice moaned as the thick finger went into her as far as it could go. Then, the finger began to move in and out slowly, twisting around to coat her anal walls with oil.Steve heard Janice grunt as he added a second finger, pressing it deep into her bowels. This was beyond anything he. It was nothing I couldn’t handle. Molly was occupying the place until her tenants arrived and then would return to her own place in Granada Place, two roads from where I lived. We returned to the lounge to sit on the couch and talked a bit, all the while she kept that glass of wine full and every now and then she would take a hit off the joint. I declined several offers of the same drink and the bong but took a cold beer, guessing it wasn’t as potent as the cheap crap red wine I could read the. This look has served her well for many years since. For the first time he looked at her as if he was not quite sure what to make of her or what she said.He may not have been sure what to do so he put out his hand as she did and they exchanged names. Then ensued about ten minutes of inane small talk which need not be recounted here. It is significant to note that, after shaking hands, he put his right hand on the back of her stool and then a couple of minutes later on her shoulder. She, of. ‘Pssst!’ a sound caught his attention, ‘Steve.’Steve lingered around the doorway and stuck his head around. It was Rick, a director for the studio. He crept over to Steve as the scene was being filmed behind him.‘You gotta check this out, man,’ Rick said, ‘they’re destroying these sluts!’Steve looked in. Two camera men and a boom mike operator were circling an orgy that was entering a final furious stage. On one end of a couch, three giant, hulking studs were tearing into a leggy bimbo, each of.