They all slid in easily, my pussyexpanding to meet my demands. I squeezed my cuntmuscles around my fingers while pumping them in andout, making succul...nt squelching noises. Each time Ipleasure myself, I am thankful for my tennis racketgetting rid of my hymen so that it was no longer in myway. It was painful at first, but I grew to love justabout anything I could use to shove in my womanhood. Suddenly the video froze and I perched myself up onboth arms, trying to figure out why from the. He noticed none of the other guy’s wives did anything like that, but he’d kept his mouth shut. Yeah he liked it, but it was embarrassing sometimes too.Bill walked in and right by Annie. He didn’t look up or anything. He just walked on by, “I have to take a quick shower. I’m meeting some of the guys again tonight.”Annie was surprised and hurt. She’d done herself up special. She’d fixed him ribs. He didn’t even say hi or anything. He used to kiss her when he got home. She didn’t even get that. Pangloss was wrong. It’s the most complex of all possible worlds. Seems a pretty good one right now, though.” Well, it seemed a pretty good one to her, too. It must be even better for him; he didn’t have semen dripping out of him and pooling under his seat. It was his semen, too. Well, most of it was out by now.“Move back a bit, will you?” she asked.“You going to follow?” But he did move back a generous distance. Rather than answer, she moved off the wet spot and into his lap. He wrapped her in. Not ten minutes went by and, sure enough, we were called out on a structural fire. As soon as we heard the first part of the street address, we knew where we were going. It was a local restaurant with a ‘gimmick’—it had an actual clay oven that they used for all of their cooking. The only problem was the damn thing was always catching the roof on fire—we had been there MANY times, but never to eat. No, every time we went to this particular restaurant, it was on ‘business’.We rolled up and saw.