I twisted my hand around inside of her and curled my fingers up to make a fist. Once I had a “head” formed at the end of my arm, I started to pu...sh in again. I could feel her rectum straightening out as I forced more of my arm into her. I pulled out until her bung hole caught my fist, and then I drove my arm back into her. With every thrust, I could get my arm a little deeper up into her. I decided not to go any deeper once I had gotten over half way to my elbow. Then just for fun I swung. Diana is the girl that makes it unbearable for you to throw the magazine away. The one you will treasure forever. The One. Wendell had never been in a strip club before, and he felt like he was in a dream. It was more like a fancy nightclub than the seedy place he’d imagined a strip joint would be, full of expensive wood and brass railings. The music was louder than Wendell was used to, making his teeth rattle. Strutting around to the loud music were fifty half-naked women selling lap. ’ My breasts had crushed into his back, and I could see why he was grinning.We resumed the journey. My hair was falling everywhere after that incident. I had to tie them up again. As soon as I took my arms up and began sorting my hair, the driver started looking back in the mirror again. I was both angry as well as surprised at his reaction.We just had a narrow shave, and this guy was still hungrily ogling at my armpits. We had taken a detour from the main road seeing some traffic building up. .. or it had struck something recently. It wasn't fun."Weena picked up Sarah and they went inside. "I guess we get to carry the baggage, Patrick," I remarked.I took two bags and he took his carry-on. The second trip, I took the third bag and he took my carry-on. It was just starting to rain."Can we ride while we're here?" Patrick asked. We were standing on the veranda."Sure. Why?" Last time here." What do you mean?" I'm not sure. I can see us, but not here. I don't understand." That's okay..