Her nipple was stiff and she sighed as I openly squeezed her tit. By now, mark was rubbing himself rapidly. He suddenly excused him self and headed fo...r the bathroom. Brenda giggled and made a remark about not spending too much time in there as the real action was on screen.The moment Mark disappeared down the hall, Brenda grabbed me for a long kiss; her hand groped at my cock and she thrust her hips against my leg. She never noticed that the bathroom door didn't close. I went to work rubbing. My husband and I both worked, and it was a toss-up as to which of us would wind up working later. Of course, thinking back on how our marriage ended, Brad probably wasn ’ t working on those late nights. Regardless, it wasn ’ t until recently that I realized how much I enjoyed cooking. And I really enjoyed cooking for someone who appreciated it. “You only forgot one thing,” Brenda continued. My sense of relief vanished in an instant. “The coffee…” . " "This will help." You feel something being inserted in youranus. There is no lubricant; it hurts. It's a hose, orsomething like that. You hear a swish-swish sound, andsomething, a balloon or bag of some kind inflates in your rectum. "Ah, you'll kill me," you cry, as your stretched bowels senddistress signals of intense pain to your brain. You feel youranal sphincters, and your anus itself, being stretched, dilated,by the growing thing inside you. Your swollen intestine. "He, he kind of tore my clothes off and threw me on the bed and jumped on me and stuck his stiff thing in me and humped me." Explain, please." Well he was cute and real nice and so, well, I guess I rubbed against him some and flirted, you know, so when we got to the room; it was a nice room, Dad, he was, I guess, kind of excited, and he hugged me and kissed me and pawed me and unbuttoned my shirt and nuzzled me, nuzzled my boobs you know and bit my tits some and licked them and fingered my.