The only downside about how she dressed was, like many girls, she felt the need to wear padded or very thick bras, obscuring her true figure. For me a... perfect handful is just right, but I know society’s opinion differs from my own, and girls feel the need to kowtow or be mocked. When it became clear that both of us generally spent some time at work on the weekends, I decided we should start trying to coordinate. I told her it was so we could keep each other accountable, but my real goal was to. " She rubbed her right ass cheek. "Do you like it when I do stuff like that?" she asked."Like what?" he asked back, his eyes glued to his wife's sliding fingers. She was rubbing small circles in her right buttock.The flesh of her hand was dark brown against the creamy white of her ass cheek. He couldn't keep his eyes off her finger which occasionally stroked down into the slot, there to pick out and poke the sphincter hole."I see," said Susan. "I wasn't sure, but I saw these pictures in one of. She'd already had her fill of the cake, and took great pleasure in it, the proof of which was now wrapped around her junk, hidden away in her underwear. She felt bad for the person that got the piece with the hole in it; they were certain to find a hair in their cake.The murmurs reached a fever pitch when she approached the couple's table, and the newlywed husband responded anxiously. The blushing bride and groom had each took their pieces. They, like the rest of the guests, noticed the odd. Then oral sex... then they will fuck her..."It seemed strange to me that some guy would get off by reading about his own girlfriend being raped and abused, but to each his own. I was working on the end of "Jamie Gets Help" and the next chapter of "I Love You, Sean", (while I wait for Sean to do his own next chapter) as well as a couple of new ones, so I emailed him that I would be happy to try it, but it would take a little while. Meanwhile, I asked him a few background questions, like his age,.