"What do you want?!" I say removeing my Skull Candy ear phones."Where is your sister?", she ask acustom to my brut remarks."uhh I don't know leave me ...lone and close my door behind you!" I say turning back faceing the computer replaceing my head phones without waiting for her to reply. She rolled her eyes, turned and walked out my room closeing my door. A few hours later I get bored watching porn on XHamster and walk about the house. I see my cousin either past out on the couch or watching T.V.. With this thought my hard on faded slowly. A few minutes later this was noticed and a hand grabbed my cock and began to stroke it again. The selling lady said: Here, put this on him. It will help him to stand to attention for a while. The hand that was stroking me (was it my friend or someone else?) loosened grip and some kind of strap was wrapped around the base of my dick. It was pulled very tight so no blood was able to leave my cock. The hand started rubbing me again and I felt my cock. She continued to writhe her new-found organ and twist it sideways at different paces and Johnny moaned and moaned until she subsided. This was very tiring. Normally she did not feel tired after sex, but she did now and began to get a glimpse of why men fall asleep right after the act. Johnny, on the other hand, stared at her with his long brown eyes quizzically. "Well, that was unusual, " he said finally, " But, honey, is that all you got? I think I could cum once more if you--" He raised. Like a broadhead arrow, the blades shone malevolently in the setting sunlight. The blades would be blunt, Lila knew, to stretch without cutting, to hurt without tearing. She shuddered at the thought of the broad blades inserted, stretching, perhaps even rupturing her sphincter. She could of course take it in the vagina; it would hurt less that way.She drunk again of the Gatorade Aisha offered her, in short sips, interrupted by gasping, labored breaths. Again she regretted drinking it, but there.