Little did they know what was going to happen tonight. I know I was beaming as Keith pulled up in his Ford Ranger truck. I saw Keith’s eyes light up... when he saw me, “Damn, you look fantastic!” Keith said in a very excited tone. We pulled into the hotel and parked, then walked across the street to the restaurant. Dinner was fun we ordered a ton of food, but neither of us were that hungry. We tried things and both of us were so nervous we were clutzy. He spilled his glass of water and I knocked. “Aaahhh! Nnnaahhh fuck!”“Hmm, I think you like that.”“God, yes!”“And if I pull this one out?” Abby feels the tug in her ass.“No!”“You need that there?”“Yes, please! Don't take it out.” The tone of her voice is beyond begging. If he didn't know any better, he'd think this hard silicone toy was a part of her, the priority of an internal organ, something that would pain her to remove. He pulls on the end, forcing one ridge of the dildo to pop out of her ass, then another, and another.“Please!. She hadn't, so I volunteered to bring something as an after lunch dessert. I could hear the surprise in her voice when she agreed. To be honest, her surprise was echoed by my silent trepidation. I'd been inspired by two things. The large bag of cherries I brought back from the store and the ice cream maker I'd seen sitting on a high shelf in the pantry.Google and the internet found me a million recipes for cherry sherbet, cherry sorbet, cherry ice cream, cherry compote, cherry. I kept looking at the clock and trying to will nine o'clock to hurry up and arrive. By the time it did I was ready to pull Don up onto the turntable and do him in front of God and everybody. Don helped me down off the turntable and smiled at me."Hell of a show you put on sweetie. You had every hard dick in the house at our display at one time or another. It was all I could do to keep from coming up there and taking you on the back seat." You should have; I was ready." Hopefully you still are.".
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