The penis, large as it was--and it was huge--moved easily inside her drenched pussy. She could feel the girth, but more as a presence than as an invad...ng force. It was a little like sucking a dick; her sopping cunt, like a mouth wet with saliva, better accommodated the penis than her asshole housed the smaller organ plunging repeatedly into her rectum--but, again, the comparisons went only so far, and being fucked in the cunt was different than being fucked in the face. The similarities were. ..I remember at one point that I'd put our two cocks together, as we faced each other, so they were side-by-side. I could then work both our cocks back and forth. Then I remembered something that I wanted to try, something half-forgotten that I'd read about years before: 'shunting'. My understanding is/was that it's something that gay men do, where the men put their cocks tip-to-tip, and the two cocks 'share' a foreskin. The only other word I've heard that may describe something similar is. We went into several stores, and I tried to get in the mood by letting my mind drift back into a 'Cathy' mode, and it did seem to make things better. I did learn a lot about choosing clothes, too. Cathy pooh poohed some of the styles that caught my male eye as being too blatant or not suitable, unless I was on the prowl for boys, and that brought up an interesting question. The idea of attracting the attention of boys gave me pause. Did I really want to be attractive to boys? Was I ever. "Suddenly, I had a flash of memories; just as when we were in the video store. It was even quicker than the first time and especially focused. I recalled that the girls wanted me to protect them from whoever was kidnapping women. I also understood that I would be protecting the additional girls that I had met at the mall; Jeri, Yvonne, and Tabitha. The whole thing made me feel as if the conversation had actually taken place, and some part of me understood that it had.I shook my head. Renée had.