Until she realized – this wasn’t Keio! For every bit of thermometer she pulled out of Keios butt Keio moved twice as close. Japanese sex -”Maybe you should check that… if it is SO important!”, she said in a sour tone. Keio had Dr. Breastmilk?! At first she tried to sit on the back of the sofa and aim the thermometer rod in between two cushions. Now she could only reach down to just where her few faint pubes started, above her slit… and back, she could only just reach the top of her butt crack! Mandy was stroking slowly and deliberately, to cover every part of her nethers. Images of that plug she pushed into Mandy earlier started spinning in her head. It was that kind where a see through, soft plastic cup was set on top of a little bottle and there was a pump handle on the back of the nozzle.
