I bet you have a big dick too.’ ‘It’s big enough I guess.’ Art wondered where the comment came from, but the alcohol in his brain missed the n...ance of its meaning. ‘I bet your wife likes it. Too bad most wives won’t suck cock.’ ‘Yeah, mine won’t. She thinks it’s nasty.’ ‘She wont suck it ever?’ ‘Just on my birthday.’ ‘When’s your birthday?’ ‘January. It’s March now.’ Art was laughing at the irony. ‘Damn,’ the man said looking towards Art’s crotch, ‘you ought to get it sucked more often. Nothing. Her fingers easily found my throbbing erection as they curled around my thick shaft."Ooooo, baby, you feel so good, so hot and so very hard. Yes, suck your mother's breast and feed of her milk. Before this night is over Mommy will taste the milk from your testicles before she feels you inside her."I really wasn't sure what she meant but felt certain I was about to have my cherry taken. Just having her breast milk filling my mouth, hearing her sexy words and feeling her hand on my rigid organ. I could stay erect for ages without cumming. Tonight appeared to be one of those. Sarah orgasmed twice and then moved up and lay next to me stroking my chest, but we both dozed off.When I woke in the morning Sarah was already up and talking with my mum in the kitchen. As I got out of the bed I noticed a slight soreness with my cock. I looked down and noticed the foreskin was still stuck behind the helmet and looked swollen. I tried to move it but it would not slide back over the helmet. I spat. It only just made it through the day—and sometimes not even that long. I’d taken to switching it off and charging it up overnight, so it was fresh to take to school with me in the morning.When I woke on Tuesday morning, I unplugged the phone and switched it on before getting in the shower so that it would have synced by the time I got out. After drying off and getting dressed, I found two messages waiting for me. One was a text from Clarissa—from her new number—telling me how much she’d enjoyed.