I asked ok ok tell me what happened that day then she said nothing much it’s just like that day everyone slept off early that day and after sometime...Ashik bangs her door. As she was starting to fall into her usual deep sleep he had to knock many times. She was sleeping and got up and opened the door with half closed eyes and asked him what happened? He told her his room AC is not working and so he is feeling too hot and so he is not able to sleep and all. He asked her can he sleep in her. Watch her videos and you will see that her “cock” doesn’t get hard, you never see her cum in a video, and her thing is more like a large clit than anything else. My sexual urges will be channeled in ways other than having a hard cock.That leads to number three. I won’t be getting erections, I won’t be cumming from stroking and will be desensitized and I may not be able to even cum by rubbing it like a clit. My pleasure will now be more mental, from GIVING rather than RECEIVING (unless it is. . . but, you listen to the Bob Dylan, Sex Pistols and”, as she reaches for the stack of CDs, “John Coltrane, whoever he is, and what is this, the Grateful Dead handwritten on the CD.” “That my dear is the live recording of them in 1986 in Minneapolis and recorded on a reel-to-reel tape deck by yours truly.” I said. “Sam, you followed the Dead? You? Mister ‘I’m a pessimist.’ ‘You got to be careful hitching across the country.’ Were you a long haired hippy freak in the day?” Bridget asked as you. A few touches and feels later, our cocks were stiffening. If this was what I had asked for, I wanted more.Sarah drew our attention to a doorway through which a truly gorgeous woman emerged. She had very large breasts, wide hips and her lingerie was outstanding. “Hi’ I’m Margaret and I’d like you to meet Paul”. A handsome older gent, totally naked with a superb stiff cock of remarkable length and girth, stepped into the middle of the room. “Paul is yours as are Sarah and myself to be used as.