" Maybe he can do tae kwon do with me," Carrie said."He might," Kasey answered. "He likes that sort of stuff. He always watches boxing pay-per-views."...Really," Carrie said. "My dad loved boxing. I think that is why I started doing martial arts."The pillow over my head wasn't working so I got up. Well, I guess more accurately, I tried to get up. The moment I tried to swing my legs over the side of the couch my entire body went into revolt."Ugh," was the only sound that came from my mouth.Kasey. "Everyone laughed. "It's edible, smells and taste like cum. I've loaded it into this squirting dildo. What do you think?"He held a cock shaped dildo up to my face and pressed a plunger at the bottom. A clear liquid oozed from from the hole in the tip of the phalanx. It smelled like cum. I licked it and it tasted like cum. "Wow! Smells and tastes like the real thing". "Bend over Cumbag"."Time to lube your cum pit".I bent over and he placed the dildo at the opening of my joy hole. He depressed. Funnily enough it stayed there like I had permanently made it stay there so I quickly tried this out by pullin up her jumper and it stayed up defying the laws of gravity right before my eyes.so I went back to her head an turned it 90 degrees towards me so that I could insert my dick, slowly and carefully I slid my dick over and over against her tongue and lips bringing new sensations to my dick which I had never felt before making me groan in anticipation of what was to come. Then when I needed. Which was why she wanted help - should she tell her poor husband, and if so how the hell would she do so…?The crash of the penny dropping in my head was like the sound of a fruit machine jackpot dropping at Vegas rather than the clunk of a single penny hitting the floor. Fortunately, my wife of some forty-odd years was out of the house when I read her magazine and couldn’t spot either my stunned expression or my reaction to the ‘Dear Abby’ letter. The truth was that that was where we had lived.