It was accompanied by no sexual desire or idea, as far as I can recollect; I had no cock-stand, and am sure that I then did not know that the woman ha... a hole called a cunt and used it for fucking. I can recall no idea of the sort, it was a simple curiosity to know something about those whom I instinctively felt was made different from myself. What sort of a hole could it be, I wondered? Was it large? Was it sound? Why did they squat instead of stand up like men? My curiosity became intense.. ” She chuckles softly as you blush. “Just ignore an old lady’s attempt at humor son, what kind of costume are you looking for?” She asks and you scratch the back of your head and shrug.“I really don’t know.” You reply. The little old lady eyes you up and down for a moment and then a smile brightens her face.“I’ve got it! Bo Peep!” She says and you blink. “Excuse me?” You ask and she claps her hands together and heads around you and a pile of costumes to a rack situated near the front door.“You. .. are you.. working?" Brian let out a soft girlish giggle, placing his smaller hand on the man's thigh. He practically jumped from the touch, a bulge growing across the front of his pants. "I sure am," was Brian's simple reply. The man visibly swallowed hard and spread his knees a little, no longer making any effort to hide his excitement. His large hand rested over Brian's smaller girly one, and he leaned in close, his breath smelling of alcohol. "Um.. I've never done this before." Brian's. I wasn't like amale penis. Most cocks I'd ever seen were pale pink and had a looseforeskin that covered the glans-penis at the head. This member had akind-of helmet at the tip, but it didn't have the arrow on theunderside. And it was a purple, bloodshot colour. The texture was softand silky but it was more rigid than any boy-cock I'd ever handled. Itseemed to be protruding from her vagina. I didn't see anything in theway of testicles, but there did appear to be some things in the.