I was going home the day after Boxing Day and there was no time left. It would go in a pussy alright, it seemed to me as I experimented with various c...ylindrical objects to mimic it, but the stroke would be awfully short as we tried to fuck. In the evening I had a crisis: I wasnt convinced and wasnt going to reveal it to Chantelle! It hadnt worked enough. I lurched back into hating it. I called Henri and he put me onto Martine, who told me to come round. So I went round and they sat me at their. It seemed like a long time before the four of you came in to where I was, I was glad I was on the stool that took most of my weight off my pows and legs, more chairs were brought in and place in a circle around me. they must had been three deep, I could feel my cunt get wet she then brought large suction cups that covered my hanging tits, I have seen one before it was a milking machine, the next feeling I had was someone was putting a gagel like device over my eyes, when it was turned on I. Tina his wife was so big headed she was always bragging to me that her husband would never cheat on her because she gave the best sex and head ever plus he has such a big pair of balls she says he can keep cumin after he shoots his load, So she thinks she’s better than all of us at blow jobs does she. Since we have known them as a couple Her husband has always tried to get his hand under my dress Unknown to Tom he has touched me up a few times when we’ve been out clubbing feeling my arse and. As I watched in rapture, the digit suddenly disappeared as if suddenly chopped off at the second knuckle. It didn’t take a genius in female anatomy to figure out that the finger was firmly ensconced in that beautiful innocent vagina that was sat revealed before me.The outer fingers squeezed the lips together bounding the buried digit with soft damp flesh. As if trying to escape, I could see the knuckle tugging back and forth between the fleshy lips that were the labia of my little nymphet. Her.