I'd left our home with her lying on the bed, full of my sperm, yet satisfied like I hadn't satisfied her in ages. She knew from this time on, the only...one cumming would be her, by my tongue and fingers. My cock would no longer work when I returned home. That night as I laid alone in the giant bed in my hotel room I wondered how I would make this last, make this enjoyable for the both of us. Porn movies were nearby, as were publications. The nearby computer had all sorts of porn chat rooms and. Over the top. I justwanted to make sure you got thanked for helping me." Well, to be honest, I'm not sure I deserve quite this much attention forjust calling 9-1-1 for you." You also kept me from falling back into unconsciousness by talking tome, remember." I guess there is that," I said, smiling."Listen. I ... dont want you to feel obligated, or anything, but I'd liketo at least give you my card, and you could call me sometime." Call ... you?" I stammered. "But why would you want me to ...". When we got there Peter sat on a log and I sat next to him. Kevin sat across from us and aimed the camera at us. Peter asked if I was into kissing and I said not really. He put his hand on my thigh and started to feel me up. He started just feeling my thigh but slowly worked his way towards my cock. Kevin could see the bulge in my shorts and made the comment to Peter that I must like what he's doing. His hand felt my throbbing cock through my shorts and then he pulled them down just far enough. “What is happening?” Sandra exclaimed. “Don’t worry. Just stroke that penis” was his reply.Sandra looked at Ed and then the doll. She was told to stroke the doll’s penis. That was so weird but somehow she found herself wanting to. She wrapped her hand around it and instantly felt her pussy tremble. She began to stroke it and it was like she had a cock inside her pussy. She again wrapped her hand around the doll’s penis and began to jerk it as she would a real cock. At the same time she could.