"Did you like that?” I ask, pulling up my zip. “I don't want to entice you into something you're not comfortable doing." Yeah, I liked it,” he a...mits, smiling. “It was pretty hot." "Do you have a boner?" Yeah. I sure do." "Can I see it? Feel it? Nobody’s watching; just unzip and pull it out."He unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips. He pulls out his erect cock and I see that he is cut. He has impressive girth and is maybe five inches long. I reach down and take him in my hand. His cock is. Could Eugenia be that sadistic as to subject Betty to the same fate as her? Or was this yet a different man of such punishing substance? Betty could not tell, and thinking about it any more deeply only made her headache worse. ‘That’s right, baby. Cram my caboose with that jumbo cock,’ Betty said with ragged vocal chords. ‘I see. They put you to to talking a lot of whore jive, huh? How old are you, anyway?’ ‘Uh…twenty-three on Tuesday,’ Betty mumbled earnestly. ‘I see. Well you’re a real filthy. To which i replied that i liked it but didnt get nowhere near as much as i liked.at this point susan was virtually unconcious and charlie said to me it would be easier to show me rather than try to explain.charlie went on to explain how susan didnt like sex but once she was drunk she would do any thing and better still couldnt remember a thing the next day.he then said that he hoped that i didnt mind but he wanted to play with susan. i said goodnight to him and went upstairs to my bed, and for. ’ Gordon was confused. He had lost his wife eight years ago and this woman was dredging up sad memories he’d hoped to have stored away for good. Gordon jumped as he felt the woman’s arms come around his waist and he felt his belt being loosened. ‘Pieter realized that he could not run away from his past,’ the voice sang in his ear as his pants dropped to the floor. ‘Pieter came to me for help and he found another young lover.’ Gordon took a sharp intake of breath as the woman’s hands slipped.