He wasn't particularly handsome and god knows he didn't have much beyond his carpentry tools and his smile, but there always seemed to be another woma...n just waiting to fuck him. Nancy hadn't intended to get in that line, but one night shortly after her grandmother's funeral she stopped by a grungy pub on her way home from work sat at the bar and ordered a pint. She hadn't seen Jack when she went in but he saw her from his table in a dark corner and joined her at the bar.They left the pub. I said only if she was and she nodded. We drove around and I took plenty of detours just to prolong our time together. I took her to random rooftops to stare at the stars and do other things to kill time. She said she had to go use the bathroom and didn't want to stop anywhere or not even her house.. I had no other option but to invite her to my house. I already told her this was a casual meet up and nothing more. We get to my house and everything seemed to be on the way for a one night stand.. They were all drunk and loud. She saw her husband stumble as he got out of the car. Her nipples hardened at the thought that she might finally get some sex. Her hopes were dashed when Grant produced three beers out of a cooler and the three decided to sit around outside talking.John stumbled in a half hour later. He was wasted off his ass, but then he usually got that way around his college friends. He hit something with his foot and cursed. Marisa winced, but the loud noise didn't wake Jack.. “It feels like you’re shoving a baseball bat up there,” Mel replied.“Is it painful?”“No. The stretching of my bum hole is uncomfortable but it doesn’t hurt. Tell me it doesn’t get any wider.”I couldn’t because it wasn’t true. Mozquito was thicker at the base than round the head. “Don’t worry,” I reassured, “I’ll stop if it starts to hurt.”With that, I slowly pushed in further. Progress was relatively easy at first but I didn’t try to take it too quickly because I was being hypercautious about.