Trista explained to me on the way over, she wanted to test the device to ensure it would work. Over the next couple of hours, half naked and fully nak...d women danced all over me. Each one of them looked at me funny as they would grind on me and feel the metal device encasing my cock. Trista took the time to explain to each one of them what it was and why it was on me. One of the dancers even asked to see it, at which point Trista had me lower my pants and show them the device. Trista smiled as. She did this every time after I came inside her during the last 2-3 months. Years later I realized it was some kind of fertilization technique to increase the odds of getting pregnant.Then the day when we parted ways finally came. I moved to Berlin and the very next week she flew to Thailand. It's hard to imagine today but we lost contact within only a couple of days or weeks. Mind you, this took place years before Facebook and social media took off, before smartphones and apps. I only had her. He said that no one would ever see them and after a few pix, he started rubbing them all over and I just laid back and let him enjoy it and I was enjoying it myself. I felt him start to move his hands up my legs, farther and farther till he was just a few inches from my cock and balls. I think he and I both knew what each other wanted so I parted my legs just slightly, hoping he would move them on up to my waiting cock. I knew I was getting a hard on and when his hands finally reached it, it. "Are you even listening to me?" Dean bellowed. "Shit, I told you it didn't mean anything. I don't love her. I did it for you."His yelling pulled me out of my thoughts and back into our latest argument. When we walked into the bar that evening, before we could even sit down at a table with our friends, I'd caught Dean exchanging knowing glances with one of the new waitresses.It was the same old song and dance. She had big tits. She also had a big everything else, but those lumps on her chest.