Burning hot liquid was squirting from the tip, bathing her in warmth she had never experienced. It was then through the blur of pleasure she felt som...thing slapping the entrance to her cock filled pussy but before she could think of what it might be, Barney forced his swelling knot past her tight opening.“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH,” she screamed again, this time in pain.The pain subsided quickly as a new tidal wave of pleasure crested and crashed over her. Now that Barney had his knot firmly in. "Bill, I'm getting old and I'd like to pass my knowledge on to someone. I hope you'll let me pass it to you. My children will probably sell off all the property I own when I die as is their birth right. So we'll start you on to your own real-estate business. Please except my little gift to you."So that how I started. I soon became Billco Properties, LLC.My friend and mentor died about five years later. True to his prediction, his children sold everything off. They wanted top dollar for. This box is very light for its size." Where's it from?" Mornington Island, 1958."We opened it and found that it was full of rolled bark. I tried to unroll one, but it resisted and I was afraid I'd crack it. "I know there's still an arts community on Mornington Island," I remarked. "I'm not at all certain where the facilities to make this flexible are." I know it's done in a sealed case with water vapor. Most likely there's a facility at the Gallery." Of course!" I took my mobile and called. In the second photo the girl's expression had changed completely, and her eyes were crinkled with pleasure as half of the thick tubular rod had disappeared into her mouth. In the third there was no more cock to be seen, just the girl's nose buried in a thick growth of pubic hair and her chin nestled against two gigantic balls. Her expression was both dreamily blissful and wistful at the same time."She looks like she could use more of the same." Jock commented dryly. "And damned if I wouldn't.