She rolled onto her side to face me.“I’m glad I never had something that big to deal with,” she whispered. “It was traumatic enough to have th... little weenie I was cursed with. May I ... Jacob, can I touch it?”“Beca,” I croaked. “You’re really sweet and really pretty and if you touch it, I don’t know if I could prevent what would happen.”“You mean you’d rape me?” she asked as she jerked away.“Oh, God, no! I mean ... well ... I might come.”“Geez! Don’t scare me like that. Of course you’d come.. I am not a megalomaniac and I don’t distrust everyone. But I AM being followed. Let me explain. Ever since the police discovered that my business partner didn’t commit suicide by using a semi-automatic rifle to turn the contents of his skull into spaghetti sauce all over my penthouse apartment, and ever since they discovered that my wife, with whom he, my business partner, had been having an affair, had not committed suicide by jumping naked from the balcony of the same apartment, I have been. She had often told me that she would love to have sex with certain porno stars when we watched those flicks. Although we would have great sex during and after the films, I always felt bad that my member was no more that 5″ tops although I could get very hard, last forever and make her climax repeatedly, even though I knew she was probably fantasizing about her favorite male star from the movie.She had also told me that her fantasy was to seduce a well-built construction worker whom she imagined. It seemed like their whole life was one orgasm after another this afternoon. After one breast gave up its gift, they offered the other to their guests. They all lay together on the bed and the visitors sucked up the lactation as grateful guests. By now the sun had moved closer to the Sierra Nevada mountains across the valley. If they wanted to get going by dark they needed to extract themselves from this new cabin of cum. Carla put on her skirt and Bruce pulled on his jeans. The kissed and.