"Well, I owe you one." Jen said, and hung up. "You certainly do, you foolish little cunt." said Dorothy, almost home. "You owe me your husband." She t...ought with perverse amusement how Gregg would now have to invent excuses and cover-stories for Jen if he and Dorothy were going to rendezvous. She wondered how good at that he actually was. The first thing Gregg would try to get from Jen was a full body, frontal nude pic of her, standing. Dorothy had demanded it of him and it was destined for. It took me a few moments to sort things through and realize that Samantha and I hadn't made love. It had merely been some sort of hallucination. But there was no denying that I had very obviously ejaculated while in Samantha's embrace. There was no way she could have missed my release or, for that matter, the hardness of my member as she tried to help me.Fuck.I was such a pathetic loser.She probably thought I was some sort of pervert. She must hate me.I had been lying there in self-loathing. This Toby isone charming fucker.Toby: “Shit, you almost got half of it in there! You used to a bigcock or what?”Lorelei (briefly coming up for air): “This is to my husband’s dickwhat Texas is to Rhode Island.”Lorelei’s obscene suckling started noises again. I was frozen inshock. Toby: “I love the way you look at me with those pretty blue eyeswhile you suck the shit out of that black monster.”I’d have taken decades of corporal punishment over. He hadn't. I took him outinto the garage and dug it out of the rummage box to which it hadbeen consigned. He said that its deep blue color was hisfavorite, as he gazed at it longingly. I didn't even think aboutwhether he, a ~boy~, should be wearing a girls' ballet costume; Ijust asked him if he'd like to try it on.He was hesitant, which was my first hint that we might bestepping into "forbidden territory", but he did say yes. At first, we tried putting it on over his T-shirt, but itwouldn't zip.