She pushed back and trapped my cock between her cheeks, then wriggled as she giggled; "I just measured it didn't I?"Lifting her head back and wagging ...er tongue at me mischievously to make me smile as I understood her innuendo. "Am I wrong?" she teased."No you're not wrong" I assured her calmly, holding her flaming red tresses tightly as I bent to return the kiss on her upturned nose before straining a handful of soap through my fingers to let it drip along her spine in a scented stream that. The tentacle slips inside, cold and wet, but it's not nearly as big as before. It's barely bigger around than a finger, but so much longer and more dexterous, searching inside me until it finds my prostate. I cry out, my back arching, as it presses into the wall of my rectum, circling that spongy lump and contracting around it, rhythmically squeezing until I feel like I'm going to explode, but not providing enough stimulation to let me cum.I moan helplessly, my cock throbbing and leaking. Phew I thought, relieved but also disappointed. I went to the bar and ordered a drink and hung around for a while. I loved sitting at the bar on a high stool, showing off my girly loafers, dangling them hoping a guy would notice. I even thought about slipping on my strappy heels but didn't have the courage.About an hour or so later after a fair few drinks in walked Jon, followed by another guy who was chatting to him. This guy was pretty overweight, about 55-60 years old, grey hair, about 6. Then another idea crossed my mind- there might be some fresh panties available. With this , i went to Bathroom and to my utter happiness, two freshly used panties were hanging in the pegs. I too the blue one and smelt it ( What is he doing, my own son) but there was no smell. Then i took the plain cotton cream one and smelt it. It was wet , it smelt of her divine pussy and piss. I loved it. I dont know what happened but i had an instant erection. I didnt have much courage so i just smelt them.