OH MY GOD BABY!, OH.. OH…” My orgasm tore from my body as I came all over him. My pussy was squeezing him as my hands went down to push him back a...ain and this time he began to slow down his pace. Then he slowly began to drag it out of me. I could feel every inch of that snake as my pussy was gripping on to it. It made a pop sound when he pulled it out, then air started to escape from my coochie making that crazy farting sound.He told me to stand up. I started to wonder to myself if I could! I. It had a deep sink mounted on the floor with a hose running from the faucet. A lip around the tiles kept water from spilling out. An old wooden rack held different things; brushes and soaps for the dogs, strong and made for removing fleas. Some mild ivory soap for me, which was tolerable to our noses at least, and unscented baby shampoo which was hardly unscented at all and a smell I actually enjoyed.Mostly I washed myself with the smooth, round stones I found in the stream and the sandy mud. " Yeah," he said. "That's probably true. But, I'm not like other guys." I was even more intrigued by him than ever, and so I asked him how many girl friends he had had; and he answered: "None. Not till you, that is." Really?" Really." Why is that?" I asked, feeling somewhat surprised because Robert was a nice looking guy.He paused a moment, and then he said, partly blushing as he did: "'I've got a small cock." Yeah? Like---how small?" I asked.Again, he blushed."When 'hard', it's about four. . Hmm.. Friendship?" - I said and looked him straight into the face."Well, you know, we should both get married and have k**s, and sometimes still meet." - He said, as if he even knew what I wanted and had planned for my life."I don't want a wife for fucks sake, nor a c***d with her. I'm gay. I like dicks and asses. Are you seriously proposing cheating on your future wife before you even married her?" - just by saying that, I knew that I was just adding more fuel to the fire.Samer looked at me.