Tom oiled up his chain and set out with a dozen miles yet to go before he would reach a good road. He had not ridden more than a mile before he met a farmer's boy on a bicycle. The boy stopped and asked Tom where he was going.
1993, Life of Death
I turned her over and used the grease from the fried chicken bones lying on the plate to oil up her ass. But it slid right in just the same. She'd been buggered so many times she could open her rectum up like her own mouth when she relaxed her ****.