Just as the last drops and squirts were leaving the tip of cock I had heard creaking twigs noises behind me and a short ‘ahem’ throat clearing and...had I heard a small giggle in the voice when she started talking?“Ursäkta mig sir, så ledsen att jag stör dig och invaderar din integritet men får jag be dig något?”“Sorry”“Oh, excuse me, Sir, sorry to bother you and invading your privacy, but could I ask you for some help please.”Had she seen what I just had done? Or did she just pretend not to have. An erect penis! I stepped back to give the device room to move, and as I moved back my legs bumped into the bed and I fell back onto it.The device was over top of me in an instant, the tip of the glass-colored phallus spewing a viscous transparent substance with the fury of a water cannon, though the gelatinous material, instead of blasting me against the bed, seemed to curve around me, caressing my body as it also held it firm. I couldn't move!Panicking, I cried out, "STOP!"The fake cock did. I went to bed for a few minutes to relax,then, out of nowhere i feel a sting in my shoulder,when i turn around i saw the old man holding a syringe and i asked him what was all that for,he told me not to worry,it was something good for me.I thanked him and went to sleep for a few hours before i got back home.When i woke up,i felt a bit dizzy and my nipples were itchy he was right there beside me holding my hips and relaxing his big fat cock between my cheeks.I silently got off the bed,kissed him. Of course she blocked out the tiny sound from the kitchen and concentrated on the majesty of the clock. Hannah gazed at the clock, standing in pride of place in the hallway. The eight foot piece of British furniture was imposing, the oak had been beautifully carved and the clock-face exquisitely painted by craftsmen, in another continent three generations earlier. She reflected on the argument with Adam. When he had insisted the clock would be placed close to the bottom of the sweeping.