It felt pretty good--like he'd just entered a snug pussy barely large enough to contain him.Given the choice he'd rather have put his hard-on in her m...uth or vagina (or even ass). As weird as it looked, the bubble wasn't a bad substitute, though.Bab looked up at him. Sexual desire glimmered in her big moist eyes. She had quills instead of hair, but with eyes like that Jackson didn't really care. She bobbed her head back and forth, bouncing the pink and surprisingly durable bubble against his. He says that the grey hair (that he's had since High School) was genetic... I prefer to believe that it has something to do with his getting hit by lightning twice when he was still in school. I had met him back when he was the boyfriend of a former roommate. (Who he is now married to.)We've done quite a few things together (camping, paintball, card games, and so on) and became very good friends. Of course, the fact that I hadn't had that many friends to begin with made his friendship that much. Even drawing interest howbeit small. Still our needs were small and the locals appreciated the custom when we Did come to town.I was appointed headman ... woman ... Mayor? Yeah ... Mayor. Mayor of Fair Island. No politics allowed.They were learning to read ... and cypher ... and think. There was a cadre of trainers ... I didn’t have to do it myself. Not that I wasn’t in there working during the drills. Nope ... I prided myself on the fact I could do anything they could do. Not only that ... I. Her hands were both holding my cock, rubbing it hard. My hand now reached her pussy and I felt the wetness immediately. I traced the slit with my index finger before pushing it gently into her cunt. “You’re one wet young lady.” I said. “And you’re one stiff old man.” She giggled. I slipped a second finger into Sue’s cunt and she moaned, I started to pump her love tube with my fingers, feeling the juices run down my hand to my wrist. Sue looked me in the eye “Will you please just get on and fuck.