."Eighteen inches," Queyla informed me. "With thirty-one inch hips." ... Long, smooth legs with shapely thighs and artichoke calves, small feet with c...te little toes curling as Esya's ghost strutted about. His cock wagged in front of him and then grew erect before my eyes. Queyla smiled, watching my reaction as that blue penis grew thick and long. The foreskin stretched tightly around the pink glans as it was revealed and the boy's balls swing low between his thighs. He had the wiggle part. I planted my feet on the extended leg rest of the lazy boy and pumped my hips up into Aubrey’s curvy, perfect little body. Her hand shot up to cover her mouth again. “Hold on tight, buttercup, this is gonna be a bumpy ride,” Zander said as if he were watching us and not the other way around. My hips thrust up, pumping my cock deep inside her and causing a soft slapping noise as our hips met over and over. Once I started my thrusting, she stopped her grinding and held on, letting me work her. It even had a color VGA screen, was screamingly fast by comparison, had a spiffy new Epson dot matrix printer, and could do a lot more.Kevin hadn't used computers much in those days, but they wiled away some time playing primitive computer games like Jill of the Jungle and Pac-Man, until Kevin discovered two interesting things: for whatever reason, the guy at the plant had included a modem, an old 2400-baud thing. Through some aberration of the phone company, Hawthorne was a local phone call,. ”“Of course you will. Like I’ll always remember you with your beautiful face between my thighs, buried in my cunt while you suck me to heaven. It’s so beautiful. Never marry a woman who won’t return the favor, promise me, and promise me you’ll always suck her off.”“I promise,” I smiled.She kissed my neck. “Good.”A minute later she said, “You know we’ll still be friends. You have to meet me every month for coffee. Tell me how you’re doing. Just talk with me like we do. Most of my men leave me.