Thori der ke bad jab vidhi neeche se apni kamar hilane lagee to mene dhire dhire apna lund uski bur me dalna shuru kiya. Vidhi ka badan dard se kapane... laga aur wo chillane lagee, “bahar nikaloo, meri bur phatee jaa rahee hai. Hi! Meri bur phatee ja rahee hai. Tumto ko kah rahe the ki thori si dard hogee aur tum aram aram se chodoge. Mujhe nahee chudwana hai, tum apna lund bahar nikalo.” mene vidhi ke muh me apna hath rakh kar bola, “bus rani bus, abhi tumhara dard khatam ho jayega aur tumhe. Belle was loving it and moaning like hell as my cock was lodged in her hot throat. I took advantage and kept wedging more and more of it in her, she would gag, breathe, swallow, and take more and more of her uncle’s hard cock with each effort until I was NUTS deep in her and had my head LODGED in her willing throat. I sighed just as Greg pulled out of Belle and rubbed his cock to my lips, and I greedily swallowed his salty wet dick. Belle was missing the cock in her twat, I could tell, so I. I made a living–a lot compared to plumbers and teachers and carpenters–but that wasn’t it for me. I loved that game. Kinsella called it the thrill of the grass, that feeling of expectancy and nature and playing a game on green grass and dirt. For me it was the grit of the dirt. I got dirty catching. I got it in my mouth, the creases of my elbows, the angle of my jaw, and sometimes between my teeth. I got it in scrapes on my elbows and hands and knees. When I was 15 and pimply I almost quit. It was my Rampant Rabbit! I had always had a small vibrator that I used for my clitoris from time to time but it was on its last legs and would cut out at that vital moment making me frustrated as I was about to come. A Sex Toys advert had promised the ultimate in womans sexual gratification from the Rampant Rabbit and was backed up with customer satisfaction replies. That will do for me, I thought and completed the online purchase. I took it up to our room and opened the packaging and looked.