I spread my legs, triangled out, my arms triangled up, pinned to the glass like a specimen but he’s only interested in licking my arse. My sweety, s...weet arsehole being pampered by his tongue. My tightness giving just a bit as its tongue spoilt. He gets his tongue tip right in my butt hole. My hands squeak smudge down the huge glass pane but my spit smeared arse dominates me.He lifts my leg and he pushes into me. My body squishes against the plate glass. Fuck he’s good, a dedicated anal prober. It kind of helped distract me at one particular point whenI was prising a large lady's legs apart whilst Tracey tunnelled awaytrying to insert a urinary catheter.This was yet another medical peculiarity. A lifetime ago when AlexTurner was an intern he became proficient at inserting urinary cathetersin males. No one showed me, back then. Although it was kind ofintuitive. Sticking the tube down the hole wasn't exactly challenging.Yet that might have been an oversimplification. Sometimes getting. As soon as one was really goin’ at it the next little girly was pushin’ her asides and then climbin’ on top, lordy be. Even when I was their age, I never got nothin’ that good. Did ya hear somethin’ about wantin’ our babies?”“Do you think it was real or just a dream?”“Man, I don’t rightly know but it sure seemed real to me.”“Well I think it was just a dream.” What else could I say but that, not that I was certain. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more sure I was that there was some. He let go of my head, just long enough to push his low slung jeans and boxers down around his muscular thighs, just long enough to pulls his jersey off over his head, before resting his hand on mine again, while my slutty little teenage mouth took him in.“That’s it, Blondie. Yeah, you like that black cock, don’t you?”My mouth full, I simply lifted my eyes, nodding, my gaze wandering up his lean, hard body. His abs were something from an ad, the six pack perfect except for the five-inch knife.