She squeezed them forcing my sperm up my shaft. I erupted in one last stroke of her hand. The first blast hit her mouth. The second her chin. Then all... over her breast and stomach. I was on my knees as she milked my cock dry.I watched as she cleaned her body of my orgasm. I got her water from the coffee table. She took a big gulp. "Looks like you could use a drink." she giggled. I took a sip as she spread her legs open. I could see her pussy dripping as she put her hand on my cock. "MMMmmm good. I handed him the forty dollars. He chuckled and dropped it onto thefloor. "Ok Mr. G. Now we've got a good understanding going. Itell you what Iwant, and you do it. And then you pay me for the honor ofdoing what I want.That sound pretty good to you?" He was not bigboned..except for his prick,and his body looked like tha tof a sixteen year old. It made my agony allthe greater. And when he laughed, which he did alot, andflashed his even white teeth, I was lost. But my eyes weren't on his. "A few more jabs, and my finger tips holding the zucchini stalk were half covered by Emily's vaginal lips. "Oh, my! David! Can you press it in any further? It doesn't hurt at all." Not really. The stalk is kind of rough, I think it would hurt you if I buried it. But I can pull it in and out a few times to help you loosen up and get used to the fit. OK?" Dear sweet God! Thank you, David, I love you!"Then Emily was clutching the zucchini hard with her muscles, and grunting. I saw her arch her. So they started visiting our house every single day. Especially my FIL. who started coming to our house every day after lunch. My husband leaves at 10 and comes back at 5 5 30 pm. My FIL will come around 4-4 30.I used to wear tiny shorts, tank tops in our home. Its what I used to wear in Bangalore and I did not want to change it. My husband was okay with it but not infront of others. Anyway before my FIL arrives I used to change to home pants but I would still keep my tank top. Even my husband.