I was full and I couldn't wait to move this cock in and out of my ass. I gave up trying to squat and move on it.Once again I fell to my hip and reache...d for the rubber cock within me. I began to slowly move it in and out of me. Where with the plug I as able to quick-slide it in rapid fire, this full sized rubber cock would have split me if I tried that. I had to move it nice and slow, in and out, and the feeling was beyond words. I was loving anal sex. I worked up to one good orgasm, not quite a. Fern and I didit sometime last night. I was drinking quite a bit of booze, after all.Still slightly disconcerted by the navel ring - I'll ask Fern about it later- he got out of the shower, drying himself off with a thick, luxurious towel.Spying a scale in the corner, he tempted fate and hopped on it. Just as Ithought. I've lost another seven pounds. I've got to start eating more.Finnegan proceeded to admire his physique, standing in front of thefull-length mirror, flexing his biceps and. His grip on my hair tightens even further, as he seems desperate to chase his climax. With the help of my throat, contracting and constricting, and the distracting but intoxicating pain of my nails digging into his flesh, I feel him freeze, thrusting one last vicious time into my throat…and my throat is then being flooded with his warm cum. My gag reflex is working overtime, swallowing as much of his seed as I can, the salty taste faint as it immediately works its way down the back of my tongue. "I don't mind. In fact, I'd love it if you did! I'm sure it would do you good." No," said Marianne softly. "You know I'm not that kind of a girl..."Phillippa sighed. "I know. But sucking a nipple isn't sex, you know. It'd make you feel good."In actual fact, Phillippa's almost inappropriate act of compassion already cheered Marianne up. Maybe in a woman less sexually promiscuous and less indiscriminate she might have accepted the offer. Perhaps a woman's nipple would bestow again the comfort.