She then checked the refrigeration unit that stored her new toysglorious mane of blonde hair complete with scalp. Her sex toy wouldn'tneed a wig and t...e former owner of that hair didn't complain at all.Dead prostitutes tell no tales after all! She had made a midnight tripto the hospital morgue for spare parts. She also smiled at the sight ofthe 4,000cc breast implants the new toy would have to live with. Nothinglike a bimbo with an FFF cup! Before heading up to meet Jenny at the door Sondra. But they had the desired effect. My cock got harder. I could feel my balls twitching, contracting. Then my cock throbbing in my hand and spurts of cum. Pent up feelings and needs bursting forth.Then laying there resting, panting. Cum splattered and stuck in the hair on my chest, on my stomach, down my softening cock. I said a silent thank you to sorority girl and got up to take another shower.When I was again clean and dry and dressed in clothes better suited for the public I noticed the flyer. I’m hanging on by a thread, but neither of us can risk meeting up when the girls know we are going to be spending the whole week-end together.He picks me up from work and we leave the city behind. Bob Dylan plays on his tinny car speakers, as concrete finally gives way to lush green. Even though I never consciously feel that I can’t breathe in the city, we open the windows as we leave the tarmac, and as I fill my lungs with air, I’m instantly aware of how different it feels. Clean air. Wide. “I really want to thank you for helping me out,” she said in blatantly seductive tones as she approached.“I ... uhm ... Couldn’t just leave you stuck,” he responded. Not sure what to do, he stood his ground.“You could have, but you didn’t.” She stepped forward, well within the bubble of his personal space. “So, let me thank you.”He stiffened in shock when her hand slipped between his legs and she giggled. He cleared his throat and said, “Miss Winter...”Before he could think of what to say after.