My knees tremble. I can’t stand anymore. Near mad with desire to have Tommy’s cock slamming into my cunt, I step from the shower leaving the water...running. With water dripping from my naked body, sweet nectar saturating the satin lips between my legs, I withdraw an old friend from inside an old purse, in the top of the closet. I lick my lips. The fake cock is rigid and cold. Luckily for me, it has a suction cup behind the hard plastic sac. Back in the shower, hot water warming my skin again, I. He was feeling very self-conscious of whathe looked like and how people were watching him. It did not help himthat his pants were skin tight and his shirt was just tight enough aboutthe chest to... he tried not to think about what he looked like.He found dresses, picking through them he found one that did not showoff a lot, and looked like it might be comfortable. He grabbed three ofthem, each a different size, then he went into the changing room.There was no denying the fact that he was really. I sure hoped that things were looking better down in the compound, because I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to be able to keep shooting. I was starting to drag around my right leg, and my left arm was causing problems now. I had taken a round of something in it, though I could move it, painfully. I dragged myself back to the M-240 and fumbled through another barrel swap, and then really fumbled through a new belt of ammunition. It felt like it was taking me hours to do these things,. So nervous I froze. After 30 seconds of him waiting he asked me if I was ok. I said yes and slowly tried to ease his cock into my tight asshole. With a little extra push from Steve the head of his cock popped into my ass. It was still really painful, not as much as the first time but still fucking hurt. As I slowly guide the rest of his cock inside me he lays his head back and let's out a slight moan of pleasure. When my asshole got somewhat use to his cocks presence inside me I start to.