I need some water, and a nap, and a shower, and some wine, and a bath. But first I need to leave some notes for Ham while the experience is fresh in m... mind.Mechanism #9 “Bucket List” : Test Ride 1 : 58 MinutesThat dildo is good, but I really wish it would thrust. Even just a quarter of an inch of movement. I probably wouldn't have orgasmed at all if I wasn't humping it myself on purpose. Some form of clitoral stimulation would be even better. Thrust might also make the seat ratchet less. It's evil, what's happening out there.He hoisted himself up shakily, and started for the table.The table seemed a mile away, because every step was an effort for Arnie. His legs felt so weak he could barely put any weight on them, and he was so lightheaded he was afraid he'd fall. When he looked down, though, there was his stiff cock waggling like a flagpole in the wind. It was so absurd, so bizarre, he almost burst out laughing. When he heard Julie shrieking with glee at finding some more. "At least it won't look as though I'm going home after having been out all night, even if I have!" I'm going to shower, quickly," I said. "I've boiled the kettle and there's a selection of tea in the cupboard over the sink. Cereals in the pantry, and bread. I'm sure you can find the fridge."I don't take long in the shower, at least when I'm on my own, so she was only half-way through her breakfast when I joined her.I kept looking at her as we ate. Glossy, dark brown hair, deep blue eyes, oval. But June came back into our lives about 6 years later. My wife at the time became very interested in the occult, seances, crystals and other meta physical followings. It was through this that she met June again and before long June was a regular visitor at our house. Still had a nice body and after a while I would always excuse myself and go into my man’s cave and fiddle with something as I still thought June would be a good fuck. My wife decided that she would be better off by herself as I was.