He slowly circled around it, increasing the pressure ever so slightly until it penetrated her tight hole. He tongue fucked her ass, finger fucked her ...cunt. Her cunt was a waterfall of juices now, and his fingers worked into her and pressed gently on her spongy g-spot, sending flames through her entire being. He could hear her panting and calling out to him as he brought her to the edge over and over again. His fingers worked her as his tongue flicked over her clitoris, sucking and nibbling on. The one who had tried to get her to show off to his friends, or have a threesome, the one who had first convinced her to try anal. Since breaking up with him she had done everything he wished she would do and much much more. She didn’t carry a flame for him – she considered all of her exes to be history and never gave them any real thought, but if there was one person that she felt would be most astonished, even devastated by her transformation and what he would no longer have, it was him.. I’m not in love with my dildo. I use it for sex. For now, he is my dildo."“You’re a cold bitch. I have fucked women that I don’t love but I try to make it as pleasant for them as I can.”“You have never had to live with Ken. If you had you would understand.”“He’s that bad?”“Yes, he’s that bad and sometimes worse. I loved him when we married. I remember you saying that if you love someone, really love them you will take memories of them to your grave. Once I get away from Ken I don’t ever want to. The boy's aunt and uncle sang the prayer and he began to chant the first part of his reading.I walked down toward the front. I leaned over to ask a man who appeared to be in his forties, "Are you Mr. Feldman?" I pointed to the boy up on the bima. "His other uncle?" No," he said as he shook his head.I walked back around a dozen rows to a white-haired man."Are you Mr. Feldman?" I again pointed to the boy. "His grandfather?" No," he said. "I think the grandfather is up front, but his name is not.