He was a full-blown hetero guy, those sissieswere even girlier than most real women if anything. It was nothing likeLena described. "Damn it Lena, it'... nothing like that, even you have toacknowledge that!" Monroe shouted in frustration. Thinking he shouldmaybe just let his wife have her wish and go for that divorce. Let'ssee who had the last laugh then when she got kicked out on the streetswith just a suitcase of clothes."Oh really? That's bullshit anyways, if you really don't think. He soaped my ass crack again, slipped a soapy finger in my hole and as he knelt before me and took my rigid cock in his mouth, slipped the 3/4” x 6” stainless steel nozzle spewing warm water into my asshole. He was sucking me like a pro and fucking my ass with the nozzle that was rapidly filling my colon with water. The combination felt great. Before I could shoot my load, he pulled the nozzle out and told me to push out the water. I had so much in me, it was very easy. He flushed. " He's not that old." Okay," I said. "Attracted?" I suppose. More intrigued. Jealous?" No. Why... ?" Just teasing. He did seem familiar though, but not like I'd met him. I mean I'd surely remember meeting him. Except I did remember him, but not in the physical plane, not in the real world. A dream actually. An old dream. Adolescent. I swear a knight in shining white armor saving me from the clutches of some demon, snakelike or dragonlike, had his exact face." Did you cum?" What?" In that dream,. I was feeling like a slut. The pleasure he caused me was just becoming unbearable. My clenched legs were now getting weaker. My feet were slightly moving apart, slowly giving more room for his naughty fingers.I spread my thighs, yet giving more room. His fingers were now moving up and down and feeling my pussy lips through the thin material of my wet thong. I could feel his cock pressing against the crevice of my ass.As the train swayed and moved, I started to move my ass to feel his cock. I.