He mentioned he used to be a heavy drinker, but quit, and never liked smoking weed. I asked him what else he still did. He said he worked and that's a...out it. He didn't bite.Later I brought up the nearby bookstores that were shut down some years ago. He knew all about a few I had been to back in the day. I mentioned gloryhole booths and bluntly asked him if he'd ever been fucked in a gloryhole booth before and he said no but he'd had his dick sucked before.I laid it right on the line and asked. By then, Johnny was nearly busting a gut with laughter."So ya think dat's funny, wise-guy! Why I ought to clobber ya!"Ben pulled back his mighty right arm to knock some sense into the kid,stopping at the last second when he remembered that his arm was now nostronger than an ordinary human and wouldn't even put a dent in Johnny'scurrently much denser skin. The frustration at his loss of his formerstrength was almost enough to make him want his orange physique back.Almost... Ben was distracted at. It took seconds to line up our fuck parts and then I squeezed myself into her in one motion. She was amazingly tight considering how wet she was, and that it had been a copy of my own cock that had just fucked her to coming. It only took two or three thrusts for me to work into a hard slamming rhythm, and then I realised there may be a problem. Her moaning. The little slut was getting off so hard that she couldn’t shut up.Improvising, I put the dildo in front of her and pushed her head down. Her legs imperceptibly parted as I continued, so that more and more of her pretty secrets were revealed to me.Greatly daring, I let some oil dribble down over her rosebud bum and directly onto her slit. Sliding my fingers down to collect it, I found she was wet with arousal. I heard the faintest of sighs.‘Will you turn over, my lady?’ I whispered, my voice barely audible in the silent room.She did so with no hesitation and lay there with her eyes closed, looking utterly glorious, one arm.