“Somebody get a picture!” she yelled. There had to be fifteen cellphones clicking away. Sonja asked Josh to join her on the wall. “Get ready for...the money shot!” she told the crowd. Sonja’s mouth enveloped the little soldier, who started marching. Josh was face-fucking Sonja on the wall. Veronica looked at me and winked. I could take a hint. We joined them on the wall and soon Veronica was sucking on my cum gun. More people arrived; more cellphones took pictures. Then an older woman dialed her. She got to thinking that she could use the bed post. No how about the pen or the pencil, or the rolling pin. She needed something or she would go out of her mind. She ran to the bed and stuck her head under the pillow and screamed. She wanted the thoughts to stop and the craving to stop. So she tried to sleep but couldn’t. Her fingers started to go to her breast. Then she got to thinking did he say I could? God know I don’t want any dogs to stay the night. How would she get through the. “Hi Larry,” Josh said with a deep, baritone voice. “Sorry to shock you the other day.”Larry tried not to show that his hand was sore and smiled. “Oh, yeah, no worries. Sorry for getting the wrong idea and disturbing your session.” Larry pointed at the statue, “This your work?”“Yeah,” Josh said smiling and putting his hand on the erect penis that protruded from the vagina. “I call it, Homecoming.” Larry stared at the details of the statue. There was something oddly familiar about it. The. Perspiration dripped off my brow and down onto Dawn's shoulder as I just lowered my head and concentrated all my energy into my hips. Our bodies heaved at each other, sweat staining both our shirts as we overheated from our energetic exertions within the closed confines of the car. Dawn's beater Chevy was much bigger than my Corolla, big enough for us to do this in the backseat."Fuck me, Ben! Ohhh ... I've been dreaming about this! Fuck me! Fuck me!"Gritting my teeth, I moved my hands both down.