Chantal was fanning a Polaroid picture back and forth, because everyone knew that doing that made them develop faster.Then he realized that Missy and ...loria’s eyes had moved down to his crotch. He gasped and pushed his rapidly deflating cock back into the confines of his boxers.“Hey, um, girls, I’m really sorry I was peeping. The door was open and I just couldn’t help it, y’know?” He gave them what he hoped was a winning smile. “Can you please forgive me?”Gloria whispered in Chantal’s ear.. Not tonight anyway. He’d already wasted to much energy as it was. Moving into the house, he made his way to Brenda’s side. How the bloody hell was he supposed to get this woman to go down stairs and get the brownies from outside. It wasn’t going to happen. Brenda dreamt. She was alone in the house she had just bought, but it wasn’t her house. It was full of early eighteenth century furniture. She stood in what was now the living room, but it looked like an old sitting room. A beautiful gold. It’s a two mile walk and it allows for some quiet time, exercise, plus it’s that much gas I’m not burning. I love it. About a mile into my walk is one of my favorite parts. At this halfway point of my stroll, I get to lay my eyes on a cute housewife in a small brick house on my left. It’s your stereotypical young family house, with a white mini-van, tricycles, and toy cars in the driveway. For some reason, most mornings the woman of the house was outside getting something out of the van,. Happy and Mr. Big were on the night stand when I returned from thebathroom. Somewhere along the line, Mr. Big paid me a visit. Whoa, Isaid. That hurts. We had to use a lot of lube for Mr. Big to fit insideme, but eventually, well ,eventually, Mr. Big had a new lover.When we were both satiated, Sarah introduced me to a butt plug. It wassomewhere in size between the two misters and it found a permanent homeinside me. Sarah said to keep it in there unless I was using the toiletor cleaning.