Bob's dream was gray; not even black and white, just shades of gray. He was standing inside a cage with a huge padlock on it and looking very lost and...helpless. The cage was made of gray bars. It was placed inside a room with featureless gray walls. Even the clothes he wore -- sweat pants and a shirt -- were gray. His skin, eyes, and hair looked gray, as well. The only thing in his dream not gray, was Janelle, and she was dazzlingly, blindingly white, and must have seemed to him to be an angel.. ... until your pussy is sore.....until your clit is bruised.... until your boobs are tender......" uncle was ramming her real hard between sentences."chudai to abhi start hui hai Shilpa...... aaj suhagrat hai...... chodna kya hota hai, main tujhe sikhaunga...... fir kisi aur se nahi chudwayegi....." he was using dirty language on mom."Bas karo Vinod...aaaahhhhhhh.. Mar jaungi main...urrrrrghhh...... kitna chodoge ek raat main...mmmmaaaaaaaa... please...... mar daloge kya ek hi raat main. I waited till everyone was out of the house so I could go searching for a dildo in my mothers bedroom. Once everyone one was gone I was ecstatic, excited to get my hands on a toy. I began with the night stand. I knew this is where mum kept her personal things. So I started rummaging through all the magazines and books to find the massive purple vibrator. At this point I was disappointed because it was so big and overwhelming, I wanted a small simple dildo. I continued my search in the large. The brunette kept showing an interest in him, so the next weekend they went together by train for an outing. They hired bikes, cycled around a country park and he discovered that statues with what he considered rather large dicks were, in her eyes, not quite big enough. Was she teasing or for real? No point getting his 6.5 inch boner out for her if 8.5 inches was her minimum acceptable sausage size. At one point they stopped, locked up the bikes and walked fifty yards off the path and over the.