Some champagne to help us relax. I move to the door, brushing aside her obvious concern about being seen dressed as we are. I open the door and usher ...ou in. Resplendent in your green catsuit, hood and corset, you proffer glasses and pour the champagne. My wife sits in stunned silence, accepting the glass and looking in awe at the beautiful rubber creature standing in front of her. This is Rachel, I say, reading your name tag - a nice touch on your part. She is here to attend to our needs for. After I turned my bedside light on, Kasper had a rueful look on his face. “Fuck, boy, you are so beautiful,” he said.“So… What are you waiting for?” I answered, daringly.“Well, it’s just that… I have a very embarrassing condition,” he countered, with an apologetic look on his face. I have practically never had a normal sex life and only ever masturbate because of it“What is it?” I asked.“Have you ever heard of psoriasis?” Kasper inquired.“No,” I replied.Kasper then went on to tell me that he. “I want to feel you cum all over my hard cock!” He began to fuck her pussy harder and faster, still playing in her asshole, and soon he could feel her pussy getting tighter around his cock. He knew she was going to explode her hot juices all over him. “Fuck me harder, oh god yes, that’s it baby!” He kept pounding away, not sure if he could hold out much longer. She yelled out with pleasure as she came all over his cock, trembling with the best orgasm she’d ever had. Smiling at her in the. Every day they would hug him and kiss him on the lips. He knew when the girls showered they would give him a hug afterwards, fully naked, before they dressed, even if he was still in bed, and he took to sleeping naked to increase the erotic thrill of these hugs. Finally, one morning when Candy came into his room, wet from her shower, looking like a big-uddered erotic bimbo fuckdoll, he couldn't resist anymore. When she climbed onto the bed on all fours to press her ridiculous fuckmelons.