I gave in. I ran a single finger starting from the base of his cock, all the way to the tip. I heard a noise of appreciation from the other side. This...encouraged me, so I wrapped my hand around its base, and began to slowly stroke it. More moans were produced in the other side. I couldn't believe how turned on I was. Before I knew it, I had my own cock in my hands, stroking it furiously.After a few minutes of stroking myself and the stranger behind the wall, I conjured a sexy idea in my head. I. She opened her mouth to respond, before being interrupted by a tap on her shoulder. She turned around quickly, standing in front of Ben to hide the growing bulge in his pants. He grabbed her hips and forced her ass against him, and she started subtly grinding her hips against him as she talked to the girl who had tapped her on the shoulder. Ben tried to listen but was too focused on the growing desire inside of him to rip all of Jess’ clothes off and take her wherever he could.The other girl. Reality can be quite strange, one's imagination being an example of that. Even stranger is that sometimes reality can completely outdo imagination, so really, is it all that impossible that the imagination isn't simply a window to other worlds? To mind-bending concepts? Windows to the vastness of existence?Nay, I say. It isn't impossible. Everything is possible, even the possibility of everything being impossible is possible, after all, mysteries are simply added evidence to the fact that the. “Improve on?”“Yeah. You know, additional length, girth, texture. Things that if a girl saw them on a real man would send her running. Plus, with batteries, motors and such, they can move in ways that no man can!” She laughed again.“Okay, so if modern science is so great, what’s the plus side of what you call the 'male experience'?”“Well, first off, men fuck women like men; women fuck women like they’re pretending to be men. And a lot of the time, the angle’s wrong. Plus the girl with the cock.