Two days later, on a Saturday, I came home from playing eighteen holes and as I entered the house I hollered, "Honey I'm home," and Mary Ellen yelled back from the basement, "I'm down here."
I went down stairs and walked in on a mind-blowing sight; Meg was squatting over the coffee table and pushing herself down onto the eleven-inch dildo. She had about a third of it in her and was working up and down on it and taking a little bit more each time. I quickly grabbed the camera and started shooting pictures, moving around Meg and getting different angles. She had about half of it in now and she was moaning and her fingers were pinching her n*****s and my c**k was threatening to burst right through my pants. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I turned to see Mary Ellen with her hand out, "You be
