Then she hears a spit and the finger comes back, firmer, wetter, but still just circling. She starts to half-turn when suddenly she's pushed forward a...nd another pair of hands tug a rubbery hood down over her long hair and pulls harder until she comes to realise that it only has one opening: at the mouth. A bit panicky now and breathing hard, she feels more hands, two pairs at least, haul open her taut cheeks and open up her hole so the the previously gentle finger now shoves itself roughly in. No one has ever made me feel the way you do. You know that right?”“I do now,” I kissed him gently.“Let’s go slow,” he said. I nodded my reply and let his fingers unbutton my blouse. As he uncovered my breasts he kissed the swell of them. “I’ve missed these too.”I giggled and enjoyed his touch on my body. He undid my belt and then pulled down my skirt, he went down with it. “You’re beautiful.”I couldn’t find the words, I just kept smiling I was so happy. I think my body was speaking for me. I. "Didn't you boil a lobster this morning?" I asked."When have I EVER boiled a lobster?" She asked, looking bemused. "Especially for breakfast?" Oh, sorry," I said. "It's just, well , I dreamed you had boiled me a lobster."She shrugged and chuckled."You caught me!" She said. "Just let me finish slicing up a lemon and I'll serve it to you"I was absolutely sure there hadn't been a lobster pot on the stove a second before. As far as I knew, we didn't own a lobster pot. But there it was and mom. And when I felt I was back in control of my semen, I pulled out and pushed back, just that first 5 inches, for the next minute or two. Nice and slow. When Tias whimpering turned to just heavy breathing, I pulled out almost all the way and added some more vaseline. I then pumped it back in to her to the 5 inch level or so, then hammered one more good hip thrusdt in to her. I hit something again with still over an inch to go, but this time it did not move. Tia started crying again and screaming.