Clearly warm, soft, not muscular, pleasant, though. It must be her cock, but it is really soft, not like mine starting tumescence, just rather warm an... dry. Her advertisement said she was fully functional; I wonder if she is not. She moved further up my back, I reached back behind me with my right hand, and found her package. I took her cock in my hand, not large, smallish diameter, but this thing is very warm. This would be great in a coat pocket on a winter day, might want two, one for each. Arron. Not a close friend, just in the group I hang out with. Had just broken up with a long term girlfriend a month ago. Really gorgeous girl. I'm talking model material. We where all jealous of him in that regard. He is a pretty good looking guy himself. Slim build, Blond hair, Average height. He had always been a rough talking, out-going personality, Leader of the Pack sort of guy. And always talking about his 8 inch cock, And how he's pleased so many women with it. Since the break-up with. I shaved, splashed cologne and looked in the mirror and said to my reflection, “Storm, it’s time.”Casey arrived with the wheelchair and chirped, “Here's your ride out of here.”I never fully understood why, if you could walk, talk and breathe, why in the fuck you needed to sit in a wheelchair to leave.As the elevator doors closed, she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You have touched me in ways you will never know. I know what you did for that little girl,” then kissed my cheek softly as. I expected ripples and was not disappointed. The two Japanese men were enjoying their argument and did not willingly give it up. When they insisted on thanking us, Sean tried to be obsequious, which is a stretch at best, worse when he gets protective. I found it interesting that one of the Japanese men picked up on it, but the other did not.An airline representative named Kiku served as a translator. She was clearly out of her depth, because she was fooled by my disguise. She understood that.