My jeans had become unsnapped. Somehow without drawing attention to us, Alisson had managed to unsnap my jeans without stopping her smooth, long strok...s. Then the zipper fell, and she noticed my leprechaun boxers. Had I known that this would be happening, I certainly would have worn something more... well, perhaps maybe the red ones with the hearts or something. Who knows. But I was stuck in green silk boxers, with shamrocks and tiny redheaded bearded men.Alisson giggled, sending a happy chill. I got her hole all lubed up and started the process of pushing my dick inside her. Of course again I had to shift to the side position as it allowed the most ease. Once my dick was fully inside her and I pumped a few times then she said that she had to go poop. I didn't feel anything and told her it was all in her head. It is a normal feeling. She then relaxed and allowed me to finish re-configuring her backdoor to the size of my 9 1/2 inch cock.Let me tell you, the inside of her asshole was. ?That should make you sleep for awhile? he said in a gentle voice. ?I’ll check on you later?. His lips brushed against hers and he squeezed her hand. She smiled weakly and drifted into a deep sleep. She awoke to find herself in a small room with two beds. The other was unoccupied. He walked in and smiled. ?Good you’re awake. The surgery went well but I’m a little worried as to why you stopped breathing. I moved you here so I can keep an eye on you. A nurse will stop by in a while to draw some. He sighed a deep sigh and my finger entered him smoothly. It was swapped for my index finger, and then the middle—his deep breathing allowing his ass to yield and stretch to my touch.I twisted and gently massaged the lumpy walnut I encountered within. His prostate was firm and swollen. As I pushed a small tendril of clear cum oozed from his dick peeking out beneath my hand. My nails were trimmed to ensure there was no discomfort. As his hole relaxed further I withdrew my fingers. I.