Vega, I don't know what it is you have there, but the Cee'Chire weighsonly a few ounces and is roughly the size of a small softball."The one I held in...my hands was more like the size of a basketball."I got the wrong one, didn't I?" I asked."Yes, Mr. Vega, you did, and for your sake I urge you to go back out thereon that island," he said, his tone gradually getting more and more angrywith each word. "And bring me back the right one!"He hung up.I rushed to the balcony and saw we were just pulling. That’s gotta be fun...”“It’s not always like that,” I said.“Sometimes it is. I know a girl at church ... At school she decided that maybe, just that one time, she’d go to a party. Got invited by a second-string football player. She was flattered.” Lena sighed sadly. “She’s pregnant. Wants to think that her ‘date’ was the daddy, but some punch spiked with Lord knows what, she was semi-conscious. The gossip is that she was quite the attraction at the party for several guys.”I guess my look gave. This was heaven indeed. She bade me to turn over and, no surprise I had an impressive hard-on as evidence that her treatment had produced the required result. She squirted more oil on her hands and began to stroke up and down on my cock. This was just too much for my febrile mind and I really began to groan with pleasure. She became alarmed at the noise I was beginning to make and put her fingers to my mouth and told me to suck as if it was a pacifier in an attempt to quiet me down. To add to. Last time something happened, was years ago with her mom. But as with her mom, she was feeling the fingers of the girl between her hairs, washing them slowly, just like her mom.“Is it your work??” Sara asks to the girl almost whispering like she was scared to disturb Patrizia. “ I mean, to be sure I am clean and help me to take the shower?”Patrizia didn't reply immediately. She finished to wash her hair, turned the girl again then, smiling at the girl also if she, understood, she was trying to.