”“Please let me finish before you say anything or I’ll never be able to get through it all,” she said. I nodded again. “I love Melody. Just ...olding her hand gives me such a feeling of peace and calm that tears run down my cheeks. When she kisses me, I want to eat her up. I want to plunge into her body and live in her heart. God I love her.”I spared a quick glance at Kate and tears were running down her cheeks. I had to just focus on the road and let her continue. She hadn’t strung so many words. "That started changing. I started thinking back on what I could remember of holding them and playing with them, and I remembered all the details I could of the hand jobs I’d given. The next couple of days I had to go to the bathroom more than usual. I would go in after an hour stewing in my juices and give myself a quick rub as I imagined a hard dick spurting in my hands. I did that maybe three times a day, and I was still wet and ready when I went to bed. And not just hand jobs, and not really. He was surprised that he managed to fill all four socks and just leave enough on the ends so he could tie them closed. He still had about eight, 10cm long rods that were about 1cm square left over, so he put them into the inside pockets of his jacket. He hoped they were safe enough in these pockets. At least he could put his jacket back on.He didn’t give much thought to the fact that the oiled layer of the leather jacket had become impregnated with tiny pieces of crystal from when they rubbed. She gave me a stunning view of two enormous tits precariously suspended in what appeared to be a bikini top. I felt a constriction in my throat. I glanced cautiously at Jody. She smiled at me. “Now, is that a spectacle?” she asked slyly. “Yes,” I gulped, “Those definitely qualify as spectacles.”Jody and Becky both burst into laughter. I joined in rather half-heartedly. I wasn’t sure how Cindy would take me ogling her roommate’s practically bare tits. Nor was I sure I should pursue that.