I couldn't stop the involuntary shiver that snaked up my spine. My body tightened and an image popped into my mind of the two of us in bed. His knees ...hifted against mine and one slid further up the inside of my thighs. I looked at him as one of his hands dropped below the table. He started making small talk about the band and we chatted about dancing and other favorite activities as I wondered whether he had moved his knees on purpose. He watched my face as his hand suddenly slid over my knee.. Even later, I could get hard at will – all it took was the proper stimulus, or the selection of an appropriate fantasy to achieve the desired response. Now, though, it feels like all my sexual responses have somehow been rewired. Oh, I can still get hard – at least on occasion – when stimulated by fantasy. But most of the time, fantasy just doesn’t “do” it for me anymore. On the other hand, I find myself getting hard at the most unexpected times these days. And they are invariably the. Those forty-five minutes were going to seem longer than the last two minutes of a pro football game.Finally the clock hit two-thirty and I could turn the job over to Louis and escape. I drove home for a shower and then over to pick up Beth. She was working in her parents' shop for the summer and she'd arranged it so our hours pretty much matched.When I got to the shop I got out of my old beater and walked in through the door next to the loading dock and stopped to talk to Bud, the foreman."Hey,. "Suck, suck, suck." Christy coaxed her mother. "Suck my cock!"Cock, indeed. Or at least the next best thing to a flesh and blood hard-on. As close as any girl could get to being hung like a man. For what Christy had harnessed to her loins, what she made her mother suck, was a dildo."Oh, baby, its as big and thick as the real thing. Swear it even tastes like it, too," Helen Conway said. "Where'd you ever get such a thing?" Aunt Ann gave it to me just before we left. She said that after what you.