It was really soft, squishy, and so warm." I'd like to see it really small, then watch it grow. Then I could think that I had done that to him. You kn...w, turned him on. But don't you have dreams about men?" Sometimes. Not really juicy ones, though." What about making love to two girls at once?" giggled Nikki, her hand cupping her breast."I've thought about it, same as I thought about two boys with me at once" Yeah, I often think about that. I bet it would be wonderful." You know what?" asked. I’ll ... I’ll want to meet her. I’ll want to see you happy.”“I’m counting on it,” I smiled.“You should. I’ll give you my honest opinion,” she promised. “So ... did you hear any more about Stan?” she asked delicately.“He died about a month ago,” I told her, “just before Thanksgiving.”“What?!!?” she gasped. “You told me you’d call me!”“There was no funeral,” I said simply. “I went to see him in the hospice. He ... sent word that he wanted to see me. He told me that he knew that any grave site. At long last, you remove yourpulsating prick from my butt, grab the belt and lead me to the bed.You lift me and place me on my back ... and slowly untie my hands.My shoulders bare, my eyes staring into yours, I silently reach out myarms for you. You move on top of me, and my dainty hands gently pressagainst your chest. My knees go around your waist, and your manhood onceagain plunges into me.We are lovers now, moving in perfect unison. My little penis is againhard. My hands play with your hair. Not overly rugged, but fit. He had glasses and short brown hair. Oh, and a wedding ring, she noted.“So what’s this little guy’s name?” Emma said, bending down to pet the pug.“Bruiser,” Brent answered with a laugh.“For real?” Emma asked, looking up.“For real,” he answered. “I’m a big fan of irony.”“Well, then ‘Hello, Bruiser’,” she said rubbing his back. He turned away from Sasha’s butt to pant at her and wag.“So, you say you do this professionally?” Brent asked. Emma stood back up and Bruiser.