But laying in bed and lubing my prick with baby oil was giving me very little satisfaction. I felt rest- less. I had to move. That is why I ended up...cruising the bars. One was sort of fun. I danced with some women but nothing seemed to spark and the music and noise became too much to bear. Finally I stumbled on the sidewalk of a storefront (oh yeah, I guess I drank a few blue tinnies also) in which the window was blackened out. It was about a block from the docks where the reef boats. His mind was reeling at the images that were flooding it. He could picture his wife's horny face stuck on the end of a giant horse cock. Now he was wishing that he had been there to witness the event. But for now he would be satisfied with the feeling of Bo Derek's lips sucking lovingly on his cock.John was fast becoming a devotee of bestiality himself without even realizing it. His mind kept wandering to imaginary images of his wife, Bo, fucking various breeds of animals. Even his thinking for. ..oh, BABY!Liz wasn't ready to let me cum in her mouth, which was fine with me. I was not about to complain about ANYTHING at this point. She jerked my spit-slick cock until I spurt most of it onto her cheek and tits, although the first shot missed and hit the carpet. I thought my balls would cramp up, they were working so hard. This fine latina sex doll wasn't done with me. She looked around the hall. Then turned from me. Liz kept a hold of my cock with one hand, then undid her jeans again.. With New Years approaching my Dad came home with the promised cot that was going to be my bed for the night my aunt and uncle stayed over. I set it up in my room and my mother helped wrap the thin plastic mattress in sheets and I added the pillow from my bed for the finishing touch. Looking down at the finished cot I rationalized it looked more comfortable than camping on the hard ground.Later that afternoon my aunt and uncle showed up as planned. Over dinner we caught up on their activities.