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I was so mad when Ryan held up the cover and said that it dropped off just after we’d left home. I had a right go at Ryan for not telling me, and for not stopping me to put the cover back on. All he would say was, “You were obviously enjoying yourself, and I thought that you must have known the cover fell off. I blowjob assumed that you’d finally admitted to yourself that you are an exhibitionist.” “NO I’M NOT AN EXHIBITIONIST!” I shouted at him, not caring who could hear me and I got back on my bike and rode home as quickly as I could. I was so mad that I didn’t care what people saw.” We did have a good fuck just as soon as we got through the door at home. Kegel Exercises What with the great, fun exercise on my bike, the dildo stuck to the stool in the kitchen and Ryan’s cock; my pussy seems to be permanently full these days. Ryan said something to the effect that it was getting like fucking the channel tunnel. That hurt, and we both agreed that something had to be done. Getting rid of the bike or the stool was out of the question so something else had to be found. We both spent ages on the internet and Ryan came up with this thing called Kegel exercises. When I said that I didn’t have any urination problems Ryan told me that there were great side benefits, one of them was just what we were looking for. He said that if I did these muscle exercises for 15 minutes 3 times every day I’d get better control of my pussy muscles; and he was right. In spite of all the time that I have the bike dildo going in and out of me, the time that I spend impaled on the stool in the kitchen, and all the time that Ryan’s fucking me; I’ve ended up with very tight pussy muscles. Ryan tells me that if I keep up these exercises I’ll soon be able to stop him from cumming inside me. He says that me squeezing on his cock whilst it’s inside me will be like squeezing his cock in my hand when he’s trying to shoot his load. He says that fucking me will be like what he imagines it would be like to fuck a very young pussy; like a girl the age that a lot of people mistake me for. Ryan also says that he’s going to work on getting me to squirt better. I already squirt occasionally but Ryan wants me to be able babe to do it all the time. I’m not so sure that I want that because I get way too wet as it is. Besides, if he makes me cum in front of strangers again, squirting will be a double dose of embarrassment and humiliation. Another thing is that I don’t know how I would cope if I squirt when I cum at work. Ryan says that I should be able to stop myself squirting at times if I really want to. I hope that he’s right. Ryan’s been helping me by stimulating my G spot whist rubbing my clit. Those 2 together make my orgasms ‘out of this world’ and I have squirted a little so far; but all that has been in the privacy of our home so I’ve loved every second of it. I’m trying to concentrate on the practise rather than what might happen if I do end up squirting every time that I cum. That combined with that running machine word could make my life very pleasurable, but terrible at the same time. My Clit Ring No I’m not talking about the piercing in my clit hood, I’m talking about this little micro amateur doughnut style ring that Ryan bought for me. When I first saw it I had to ask Ryan what it Hardcore was; it was way too small to go on any of my fingers so I was at a loss as to where I was supposed to wear it. When Ryan told me it was for my clit I thought that he was joking. How the hell was my clit supposed to go through a hole that small? Ryan Brunette told me that he’d read a story called ‘Tease to Please’ by someone calling themselves ‘inkyscandal’. I felt this amazing blowjob rush as I turned into a parking space. They’re cute.” “No, please no. You will love, honor and obey him; provide him with children. “It’s called a Sybian; you kneel either side of it and lower yourself onto it. The entire day had been mind-bending babe orgasmic sex orgy come true for the busty tenager. “There’s no way that I’m going into politics daddy; I’m way too honest for that game. “5-4, Slovenia!” Estley quickly got into a rhythm. He slept well that night and showed up at amateur 825 for the Hardcore 830 Revised Corporate Benefits Class. I shuddered, trembling. Gotcha. Ohhhh." “And what’s wrong with Brunette that?