She giggled at that, it was so small that she couldn’t even call it a dick. What good was it having all that strength and endurance if all you could...bring to the bedroom was a three inch pee-pee no bigger around than a cocktail sausage. God what a mess she thought, I love Peter and my Peter can’t give me any peter. Well, I’ll just have to do my best to keep him happy and try to make sure that he never finds out just how big a slut his teeny tiny pee-pee has made me. Her pussy was already. Thinking that it must be some kind of a joke, that one of his friends had painted him while he slept, Randy got up and hurried to the bathroom. Turning on the water, he put his hands in, and tried washing them off, almost panicking when they weren't coming clean. Looking up, he caught his reflection in the mirror, and his eyes widened in disbelief. Staring back from the mirror was a blue skinned woman, with red hair. Randy gasped, taking a step back. "What the hell is going on?". We started early on a Saturday morning to try and get things finished before the scorching Georgia afternoon heat. By noon, we were getting close to completing the project. We were soaking wet in sweat and smelt like dirty dogs. It was time for a break and a cold beer to catch our second wind and finish up. As we enjoyed the cold beer, we started talking guy stuff, sex, etc. I asked Anthony how things were with his girlfriend Elizabeth. He said "Same missionary sex, with no oral...boring". He. The guys good sense I was getting closer to my own orgasm so Dave and Alan stopped sucking on my big tits and just stood there watching. With nobody holding me down I squirmed all over the desk with my body, just letting out slutty moans. Thomas was now fucking me hard and fast, I knew not only did he want to get me off but he wanted to cum as well.I looked up at him as I was moaning and writhing around on the desk, "Do you like my pussy? Do you like interviewing me with your big cock? I want.