My most recent lover of that time had been taken in lapse of reason and lack of condom. Yet the soreness between my legs did not burn, and it did not ...leed, and it did not discolor. It felt exactly as if I had been fucked by a man with an enormous hard-on, in which my dream had proposed. A stallion, no, a centaur had held me down in a glittering field of tawny grass and had entered me from behind in a drawn out rape of days, slow, digging, painful pressure. It's cock pushed me to madness and. "So, do you cum when she fucks with her plastic cock?" Mr. Dawescontinued his overwhelming of the lust consumed man. "Have you ever had areal cock inside you? The cock of a real man? A man who knows how totreat a girl like you? You know there's no comparison between a real cockand those pieces of silicon and plastic, right? The heat of a real cockas it fills you is so very, very different. I bet you'd be cumming,helplessly, the moment a real man's cock pushed its way into your cutelittle. By then, I craved a snack and a stiff drink again. So did June, from what I could sense of her. She seemed a mind reader, as she walked into the kitchen of her flat and grabbed a pint of ice cream from the freezer. She also poured some more Scotch for me and mixed up another Long Island Tea for herself. It was time for self-indulgence, which was perfectly fine with me on all counts."To mates," I toasted her."I'll drink to hat. Mates," she winked as she toasted me. It was clear that she had a. When Mike woke up the next morning he was shocked to see what he waswearing. He quickly put on his jeans from the night before, almostinstantly the blue denim changed into red spandex, the legs fused togetheralmost causing Mike to trip, then the tube of material that now encasedhis legs crept up his legs and stopping just below his ass. He then put onhis tee shirt and it too changed, the black cotton shirt changed to redspandex, the sleeves grew down his arms, the bottom of it quickly moved.