Between work, and the kids, there was always something. As she goes to pack her bag, Nicki tells Jay to make himself comfortable, fix himself a drink.... Nicki’s small apartment is cozy, homey. Her kitchen is warm and inviting. Jay can see she had fixed a small Thanksgiving meal for herself. Some stuffing, mashed potatoes and gravy, corn and a small turkey had been recently put away in the fridge, along with Nicki’s favorite…custard pie. Alone with no family nearby, holidays were always rough for. Please. Her fingers don't slow down. Please fuck my ass. I want to feel you cum inside it. Thomas exhales. He picks up the bottle of rum from the counter then heads over to his desk and lights a cigarette. Emma senses him moving towards her and assumes a doggystyle position. She takes her hand from her ass and holds herself up. Her other hand has slowed, rubbing long circles around her clit. EMMA Fill my ass, please. I'm so fucking close. Thomas sits down Indian style behind her. Emma pushes. I can't even feel it. She pushed me aside and went into the kitchen with him to start supper. All she had on was one of my long t shirts that came to just below her ass cheeks. She told me to go clean myself up, I was covered in Tims cum that had run out of her while I was fucking. I took a quick cold shower and that made my cock go softer, when I walked into the kitchen I didn't see them , I went to the French door that goes out on the deck and there I saw her leaning over the back of one of. "Suck on them, to make the wood wet. I will insert those two long candle matches into your pee-hole. You think your tiny twat is tight, but wait till I penetrate your third and definitively tightest hot hole!" Ariel feels weird as it is arousing, but also humiliating and a bit painful. Even stranger, when he lets her look in a mirror and she sees that small wooden prick emerge so close below the top of her clit. What if it would be bigger, could she fuck her best girlfriend with it?... Hardly.