I lather him up from top to bottom and rinsed him off. Then I started soaping his belly and worked my way to his cock that was peaking out of the shea...h a bit. I started to get wet again thinking about that huge cock in my hands and decided this was the day.I lay down in the hay. His legs were so long, his lovely strong body towering above me. It was so scary lying down under him, yet I was so wet that I didn’t care. His cock hung down, swaying at me, and then to my delight a hot gush of piss. Very few people of my acquaintance had actually seen it; my father, when he was alive, saw a range of wooden and metal ones as the technology of artificial limbs improved over time, given the impetus of the large number of people who had lost limbs in the Great War, plus curious nephews more so than nieces, who tended to be squeamish, had also requested to see it, so who was I, an investigating detective by profession and calling, to deny them their natural curiosity?Mary was childlike in her. "Crying? You must be mistaken," Marie told Jessica on the phone the next day. "Men don't have those kinds of feelings." Well, he was, and it made me feel terrible." He got what he wanted! Why should he cry?" Marie demanded."He... he knew how bad it was for me, I guess," Jessica admitted."Why? Was he brutal? Or clumsy?" Of course not. He's very gentle." Didn't you pretend to like it?" Pretend? How could I do that? I could barely keep from screaming and pushing him away." I don't understand. If. It happened so fast as she came back out and saw me, her eyes lit up seeing my bulge pushing at my pants. "What is this? What are you doing?" she said panicking. "Put it away, make it go away now! Everyone will be here!" she said. I was also panicking but after realizing it wasn't going to stop we ended up going into the closet to avoid being seen. "Why are you being like this? What were you doing?" I had no reply as I didn't want to say I was watching her. Both of us in that tiny little room.