She didn't give me the chance to change my mind; in fact she didn't even ask if I was ready. She just moved forward, leaned over me to rest on one hand while the other reached back to guide the dildo towards my pussy. The tip brushed my leg and I jumped, suddenly aware that it was still damp from her juices. For some reason that helped, acting as a reminder that she had been given pleasure by it and it was a pleasure that I was about to share. She found my pussy, sliding the tip up and down my slit until the head located my entrance, then she...