My tongue sought his and soon we were fucking each other's mouths and our bodies locked together. I could not believe we both fit in that little room,...but there was no mistaking that we definitely fit. I felt him help lift me partially up to the wash basin and he pushed my skirt clear up around my waist before I sat back.I moaned as I saw him staring, for what seemed like hours, appearing mesmerized by my shaved netherlands. I leaned back against the mirror as he sat upon the toilet. He turned. To Paola’s amazement, the cock was so large that the tip rested motionless on the stage even as the girl went on dancing, it was a wobbling artificial monster. As the song ended and Mina walked off stage, her cock dragging behind her, sending ripples along her length. Paola decided to act, she will beat the silicon pole with her own real, flesh and blood cock.She made her way through the mass, it was hard as the soil slowed her jiggling balls but finally, she arrived at the stage and grabbed. "Seizures again?" He sounded so disappointed in me.I tried to shrug, to respond, but couldn't. All I could do, as my eyes drifted shut again, was think. Sorry... I couldn't see, but suddenly I could feel again. I could feel my throat burning, my mouth dry and vile-tasting. I could feel my head pounding, my muscles tensing rhythmically. One arm ached, and I could feel the cold stone floor beneath me as I flopped around.And then sound returned, and I could hear. There was a voice, one that seemed. My clit was responding to my soft touches and I was just about to slide my thong aside and wrap my hand around my swollen clit when the doorbell rang. It startled me and I looked at the clock. It was only 7:10. Oh shit! I thought, he’s early. I had no choice but to answer the door. I quickly threw on a robe and covered myself. My hair was a mess from sleeping in my wig and my lipstick was lightly smeared. I went to the door and opened it slightly. “Hi, I’m Jason from so and so plumbing”. There.