I walkedslowly back into her house. I didn't wanna just boink the doll, andthat would be it. I wanted to sex the doll up all weekend! Therewas time to...do that, and so i didn't rush. I took things slow andeasy. I did wanna check the doll out, so i went into the cabinet,and i opened it up. I squeezed the doll's head, and it felt sosquishy and soft. Before i knew it, i was hard for it! I broughtthe doll to the couch, and sat down. I sat the doll onto the bulgein my pants. The bulge was throbbing,. I turned to the little, black skirt. I reckoned that once Ihad that on, I was going to look so incredibly sexy thatI'd probably have an orgasm just looking at myself.The skirt didn't fit! I couldn't get it to slide over myhips and bum. I made certain the zip was fully open, andthe waist fastening was undone, but there was no way I wasgoing to be able to pull it up.Then I had my brainwave. I could pull it over my head.Well, my head wasn't a problem, of course. I even managedto wriggle it over my. If they don’t, the country is safe.✧ ✧ ✧She was standing in the kitchen, preparing our usual soft-boiled eggs and toast for breakfast, wearing only the T-shirt that she normally slept in. As I walked in, almost awake, she turned to me and said softly, “You’ve got to make love to me this very moment. My eyes lit up and I thought, “I am either still dreaming or this is going to be my lucky day!” Not wanting to lose the moment, I embraced her and then gave it my all; right there on the kitchen. I worked up asweat with Lucy, who did an amazing job turning me on. It was a solidreminder of where my interests really lay.The drinks kept coming. We toasted to Lucy. We sang happy birthday. Webitched about Paul. I talked about how great my car was going to look,and ignored Brad when he rolled his eyes. I was too drunk to properly dothe concept justice, but explained it as some sort of artistic statementabout the world. I said it involved women, I think? That sounded right. Iwas really.