Well we continued to meet each week, now going to his house, with him cuming in me every time now, each time, getting better, as we learnt more about ...each others bodies and like’s, he used to rest a bit now, fingering my arse between fucks, using some of my vibrators and dildos in me, and then sticking his cock in with my 9 inch vibe still going inside me, it was tight, but each time it got better and easier to do, then he used 2 vibes in me and his cock, my arse growing more used to his. My face was directly on her chest. She was taller than me and I could easily bury my face in her boobs (in her dress of course). I started rubbing my face against her chest as if I am struggling to free myself from her. The more I rubbed and struggled, more aggressive she became. I was enjoying that and finally her mother chased us out. The thought of that made me feel great and I used to relive them in the night. I used to play with my thing and it started getting upright.One day, I went to. ? My clit was already pretty sensitive and the thought of spending even more time with a very tender and reactionary bundle of nerves enduring non-stop vibrations of the massager had me near tears.? Sara could tell I was getting a little emotional and she came up and held me, hugging me, all while her fingers teased the clamps on my nipples.??Hush, Breanne.? It’s okay.? I know you’re sensitive right there.? I know you don’t want it.?? Sara whispered in my ear.?I burst into tears.? ?Please,. I had been fantasizing for months before building up the courage to actually go on-line to a sex store and ordering it, worrying about the size, the color the shape, filled with dread of being exposed, trembling in terror and sexual excitement at the thought of sucking it and most of all my most secret inner hunger to force it down my throat, pretending it was a man forcing me. Now I had it, now I was sucking it, oh damm it, not here, not in the kitchen, where? Yes of course in the bedroom.