Oh damn,how long has it been since anyone, including me, has stroked my penis. Youcan?t imagine how badly I needed someone to do this to me. This is h...w I madelove to this fake penis; it?s the way I was instructed to by my wife. I didn?thave a watch, I had no idea how long I did to this fake penis what I so longedto do to my own. It had to be at least 3 minutes. I had to gently stroke andlightly kiss this vile thing for at least 3 minutes before I was allowed tomove on. My nipples were burning. "I asked why you're here," he said, his anger showing.She rolled her large brown eyes and looked like she was going to laugh. "Isn't it obvious?" she said. "I'm here to snap you out of this ... this funk, or whatever it is. You've been a shut-in just about long enough. Mom's worried about you, our friends are worried about you. Fuck, I'm worried about you!" I'm fine," he said."No, you're not. You need to get over that bitch and get back to being yourself."Now it was his turn to shake his head.. I followed her with my movie camera. She smiled as she squatted down, spread her knees wide, and let it flow. Her piss was golden in color and she had quite a bit too. When she was done her grandmother took her place and peed for me. After that the other four women squatted and peed for me too. Penny was the last one and played with her clit as I photographed her.The wine was going down pretty good. Steve was trying really hard to get good quality pictures while I was just going for quantity. I. Then he leaned up, and sat down a couple feet away from me. He stayed quiet for a few seconds, as he looked down towards me. Evidently, it was something awkward.“Nothing, never mind,” Adam told me.That made me more skeptical, so I had to find out what he was talking about.“No, tell me please, there is no bad ideas,” I put on the record.Then he kissed me on the lips for about ten seconds.“I wanna make love to you, Julianne,” Adam told me.I was a little stunned, and slightly disgusted at the same.