It grew and grew every day for years to come, making it impossible for me to control it. One of the notable features was the thick stench it gave off ...hen I get turned on. I tend to ooze pre-cum easily and the potent juice tends to give off a nasty musk. A musk so strong that it fills up a room in seconds, so hypnotizing that I never met anyone who could resist it, and so putrid that even the most innocent girl would turn dirty. Additionally, my massive meat makes men’s knees weak and send. By mid-afternoon we hadn’t had lunch and Bernie said, “Hey Will, do you think we should call it a day?” He went inside the cottage and came out with four beers and handed me one. “Well Willy, not only are you a sweet lover, but you’re also a hard worker. Today, I’d love to have my bath with you.” While we drank our beers, we sat side by side, holding hands, rubbing thighs and sometimes kissing. Bernie asked “Willy how did you like it last night?” “Oh, Mr O! I never thought it could be so good.. Okay..." Chandani started moving her hips back and forth quicker, slamming her hips up against Rangani’s. "Harder, huh? I can do that." She sat up slightly, leaving a little room between their bodies, and quickened the pace. She moved as fast as she could, going in and out double time.After a while, Rangani started to moan and groan. The dildo felt so good inside of her. "Mmph. Chandani! Oh, Chandani! It feels good! Huh! Huh!" She started to whimper, her body shaking half from pleasure and half. Part of him stirred, rebelled against it all. The religious part. But Dave found something strange. He had always considered himself a staunch Catholic, and yet the part of his mind that believed in God, the part where he gained his faith from was fighting against those portions of his mind that wanted things as they were, the portions that were the result of a lifetime of church-going, bible study, and religious piety. Yet his faith seemed set completely against that. And he remembered.