“Oh fuck,” he grunts, using her mouth like a fuck toy. “Here it comes.” His cock immediately explodes as he holds the base of his shaft in a t...ght death grip. His hips lurch forward as he spurts thick, gooey ropes of cum onto the waiting dildo perched on the lid of the toilet. “Oh fuck,” he grunts as he pelts the artifact and back of the toilet.­----After cleaning up Marshall returned to his desk, wondering how the experience he had felt so real. Katrina wasn’t there. It seems to have been all. "That was great. Thanks, Brody." Hilary grinned. "I haven't been to any kind of show in a while." Then she made a face. "But I have to say, being around all these college students makes me feel really old." "You don’t look that old," Mark said. "Gee, thanks." Hilary raised an eyebrow. "Just how old do I look?" "Nope." Mark shook his head. "No way. I've learned that anything I say can and will be used against me, so I'm not saying anything." Brody's phone buzzed and he flipped it open, laughing. Yeah, a couple I saw. But it wasn’t real so doesn’t really matter.” Jake was getting a little flustered and red.“Come on, you can tell me Jake, if you can’t tell your big sis, who can you tell?” I reached out and touched his hand in a sisterly manner.“Promise not to get mad?” He asked shyly.“Of course not, it’s just a dream, right?” I answered, but little did he know that it was real.“Well, while I liked the girls and women, I ... well ... you were what I liked the most” he finally blurted out.. “It’s okay”, I said as I knew she must be full of guilt and must be thinking of her husband right now. “You didn’t do anything wrong, it was just the call of your body, you didn’t do it on purpose”, I said reassuring her so that she would feel better.I am generally weak at consoling jobs but still I had to do that because I had a job left unfinished or maybe because her beautiful yet pitiful face somewhere was melting the walls I had built against emotional relationships. Why? Well, we will.