Monica also had an eight-inch ‘eating knife,’ and a pair of boots was on the floor by the door.An empty chamber pot was next to her bed. She used ...t, went to the single stand and rinsed with the provided pitcher of water and basin. No soap, no toothbrush, no comb, no mirror. She had arrived.After combing through her hair with her fingers, Monica donned her boots – no socks – ouch, and descended to the common room. The windows’ shutters were open and light and noise from the street streamed in –. “Well… I don’t think I’ve read anything in long time, so…”“Somehow, I’m not surprised.” “Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Ah crap! Just when things were going so good. Why can’t I keep my mouth shut!?“Nothing. I meant, you don’t seem like the book junky type. That’s all…” “Well, maybe I just haven’t found the right book. Ever think of that?” “Ummm I guess not. Would you like to tryout a book?” I look into her eyes as she stares down into mine. She contemplates for a few seconds before. The whole thing becomes addicting."Sally still held me as she start to apply more glue. I was all glued inplace and nothing was moving. "That is so gross, yuck. So your orgasmis different than a man's orgasm." Uh, huh. I like mine. I have a G-spot back there."I watched her finish gluing the whole length down so that I wasstretched and all glued way back between my legs. I prayed that thisother tube would be able to undo all of this. It was stretched tight."Hey, that's a really strange feeling.. He didn't like this; hadn't envisioned his second wedding night with Jill to be like this, but in for a penny in for a pound. "Drop your belly. Arch your back. Present that pussy to me," he barked as he stood.Jill instantly dropped her belly so her pussy was pushed up as high as she could manage. Bill positioned himself at her entrance, wiping his cock back and forth in her juices until the head was as wet as it could be. Without preamble, he pushed the head just past the tight ring of her lips.