Indeed the packaging declared the "Black Mamba," was twelve inches of purepleasure completely lifelike, guaranteed to make any woman scream! Iblushed ...ven deeper as I hefted this weighty monster looking at the veinsand ridges."I thought you might want to get a look at a real cock.....not mine ofcourse, although I'm sure you want to," he growled.The deepening of my blush gave him all the confirmation he needed."Yeah thought so fagboi....there's something else in the bag," he quipped.Even more. Still, he never touched her tits or crotch. These, areas were left strictly alone. The more he touched the rest of her, the more Sue's tits and cunt became aware something was missing.Within a week Ben had Sue panting to be fondled. Her sexual temperature rose to the boiling point. She began wearing less and less to their nightly meetings. Her bra went first. Her skirts became shorter and shorter.Ben found it hard to resist the girl's big tits, bouncing jauntily free under her thin sweater. The. I assure you that were not my intention at all.I was sort of curious to see what Mercedes would make out of my trio of female companions out in the wilderness. I think that at that point, she was thinking they might be a figment of my fickle imagination or some hallucination that had taken hold of me in my pathetic loneliness of the isolated job.A little wisp of smoke was snaking up from Misty and Amy’s tiny cabin and the pair of shiftless hound dogs barely raised their lazy heads up on the. She had a shelving unit and wardrobe in one corner of the room, a lavender desk with white trim and a white wooden chair with a lavender pad, a lavender toy chest, and finally a lavender and lilac arched canopy bed. "I... umm... I like purple," she said, shyly looking down at her feet. "So I see! But it's a very sweet room." "Thank you, Sir. No one outside my family has seen it before." "No one?" "No." "Not even your girlfriends?" "I... I don't... have any Sir," she said, looking down again..