Then months later we arranged to get drunk and camp out in his garden. It was a cold night and we made sure we pack lots of quilts and pillows in so w... were nice and warm. We had lots to drink and then started talking about sex again. I noticed that he was rubbing himself, I tried to ignore it but I couldn't ignore the fact that I was getting turned on. He pulled the quilt to one side and gave me a view of his long fat cock. Well it was longer and fatter than mine. I couldn't take my eyes off. She then watched me watch her nice round ass as she walked off. i then followed to the toilets and as soon as i walked throught the door she pounced on me kissing me and feeling my body, i did the same kissing her shoving my tongue down her throat squeezing tht nice round ass, caresin them big boobs and then i slipped my hand up her short skirt, i then felt her bushy pussy and realised she wsnt wearin any underwear i thought to my self great i found a real dirty naughty btch here! she was. “Now,” but his hand was already there, stroking his member, the familiar sensation a vibrant consummation of the pale sessions he engaged in at home alone, now fulfilled. Jerking himself in front of her, he felt whole, essential. Inside him, the empty place filled with his humiliation, and he groaned with the comforting lack of void. “That’s good, boy, stroke you cock for me. Show me how much you want this.”He sighed loudly in response, and she laughed at him. The derision chilled and warmed. .. something. But nothing else happened while I held it." What do you feel when you hold it?" Wally asked Alex, putting my coin against his cheek and closing his eyes."Its kind of hard to explain... I guess it feels... " Alive?" Wally said, opening his eyes and smiling at him."No... I kept trying to think of it that way, but no. Not alive. I mean, it just feels like... Like it has energy or something in it. Like electrical maybe. I kept thinking it had a hum to it. Like a transformer. Or.