It was a good substitute for her fingers as she was really starting to get off with this. Her hips thrust against the bottle as she moaned loudly that... she was coming. Both hands were on the bottle, pushing it in and pulling it out like an artificial cock, driving her to a very audible orgasm. She was up on her toes with her legs splayed wide apart as she lay back as far as she could on the chair. The makeshift dildo pushed hard into her sopping wet pussy, her hips thrust upwards in ecstasy as. When they were reasonably secure, Lois grabbed his wrists, and pulled him upright, then keeping hold of one wrist, dragged him out of the store.She hailed a cab, pushed him into it, then shoved him over so she could sit next to him. “Just drive! We need to get away from here. I’ll give you an address in a minute!” she told the cab driver. He took off.Lois turned to Jimmie. “It’s okay now, it’s over, Jimmie. What’s your address, I’ll take you home.”He rotated his head, looked at her, then burst. I quickly ascertained her name wasKathleen, that she was 48 years old, divorced, and owner of a small real estatebusiness. Blond and green eyed at about 5'5 and 160 pounds she was clearlyoverweight but I sensed she had the typical haughty demeanor of a managementtype. It was difficult for her to address me as "sir" but after several very painfulflogger strokes to the boobs and crotch she started using proper speech. Forsome reason she had lowered herself and gone to a wedding reception with. I cannot even miss one sub atomic particle of femininity.For while you poetically describe to me how much you want us toRavage that pretty cutie that we diligently seek that willObey our commandments without question,Submit to our lessons without hesitation,And wholeheartedly accept that she will get sadistically drilled like never before:Your sweet tasty urine runs down my parched esophagus,As you romantically sermonize to meHow much your girly shaved cunt needs a pretty girl’s tongueAnd my.