Obediently she turned and knelt before opening her mouth, just as he was about to slip his already hard cock into her mouth, she spoke, "this is stupi..., how can I suck an imaginary cock!" but she soon shut up when sure enough her tongue came into contact with what felt like a real cock only she could not see it.So she gave way to her inner desires and began to suck hard on the cock she mentally visualised to be in her mouth, but there was no disguising the taste of the sperm that cock was now. It was the only way to make it work.He sighed in frustration. It was nearing midnight and he hadn't found the right kind of poor sap yet.He wanted it. Fuck. He needed it. The thrill. The rush. He loved finding the perfect mark. It wasn't anything perverse or sexual. It was just good, clean fun. The kind that left him with a high that lasted almost all week. Sweet, precious time he savored and languished in as much as he could.He took a deep breath through his nose and let the long sigh out over. “One sec,” I said, then raised my voice, “Dave, I need you at the front door.”“Where is she?” Andrew said again.Dave walked up and stood at my side, but said nothing.“I told you that she’s not here. I’m guessing that you’re Andrew. I’ll tell her you stopped by.”“You’re him!” He hissed. “Look, jackass, she’s my fiancée and I want to talk to her. Now, let me see her.”“Andrew?” Dave said firmly but friendly, “She’s not here. Honestly. She left with some friends yesterday before I got home.”“What. The long curving phallic neck, arched and sinuous, like a soft feathered white snake.She hoped his cock would be as beautiful and exciting.Her finger slipped slowly into the tight pussy hole. It was hardly stretched and each time her finger went in she had to restretch it.It clung tightly to her hand. It was hot. It was moist.Smiling, she realized that her pussy would be a real treat for a man as soon as she decided to let a man in.And it would be soon. First, the finger. Then the swan. And.