It took some effort, but I was able to get his jeans down to his knees. As they passed the end of his manhood, it slapped me on the cheek. I couldn't ...elieve the weight of it.Fishman bent over and finished pulling his pants off. As he did I looked at Fishlady. She was flushed with excitement herself with one of her hands buried in her still-coverd crotch.I laid back across my bunk as he turned and laid back next to me. My breath was ragged as he reached over and grabbed my hard-on with his. She groggily felt herself being pulled from the van and she leaned on the man to her left as they carried/half-walked her into a building. Jean could hear her heels click on the floor as they to walked down a long corridor and into a small room. The whirring and the slight sensation of motion made her realize the they were in an elevator and her new false tits bounced a bit at the elevator stopped. The d**gs appeared to be wearing off and she could motivate, although a bit wobbly, on her heels. There was just something about the way she moved or licked her lips when she was thinking that never failed to get me aroused beyond hope of relief. Most of the time, I just cornered Doreen in a closet and let her take care of things with her mouth while I imagined it was her mom's head between my legs.Doreen sent me a couple of more photos of Ralph. It was the name she had given my present and I have to admit I was a little put out because I knew she had a relationship with a guy called Ralph. She was up and down that box continually and each time she did he got a little more turned on. As though he couldn’t resist it any longer, he reached out a hand and placed it on her knee. She briefly glanced to the side, not wanting to fully take her eyes off the road, but wanting to see what his intentions were. She caught that raw longing in his eyes and thought “Oh fuck!” His fingers gently rotated as they climbed up her leg then reached round towards her inner thigh. She began to feel.