Fuck, I wanted it in me. I really did.My brain kept nagging at me. What if he cums inside you? For fuck’s sake brain, I want him to cum inside me. W...at if he doesn’t pull out in time and he gets you pregnant? Yes, OK brain, you’ve got a point.What if? –Fuck off, brain.I watched as the head slipped past my puffy little guardians. There it was – it was going up me as I lay on my back on the edge of the bed, and I said as much out loud.I looked into the eyes of its owner and he smiled back at me.. " He gestured again to a tube this time displaying a drone in skin-toned shapewear as to form breast and wide hips."And so we decided to ditch the "Figure" in pursuit of something completely new, Mods, " the audience thundered at the mention of modification for their robots. "But that did come with some drawbacks, like for those who had brought older Mannequins that were not compatible with the coming mods, " Two coffins were then lifted from beneath the stage as he began to explain their. Hell, I didn't want to sound like a big chicken, especially since I was the one that asked him to escort me here. Heck, the only reason I was nervous was because everyone was so close, and getting drunker by the minute. Plus my date had told me the cops will arrest you if they catch you flashing. Could you possibly imagine explaining that arrest to your parents? Hah! "Why don't we just walk around for an hour or so, before you do anything" my date suggested. "Ah, I don't think so," I replied.. Come on Charley, I need to check your prostate gland and get a sample of your prostate fluid. Here, lean over the table for me and spread your legs as far apart as you can." Turning my head sideways, I watched Diana pick up a large tube of K-Y ointment. "Have you ever had your prostate massaged before, Charley?" "No, Diana, I haven’t. No one has ever put anything except an anal thermometer in my asshole before." "Just relax for me, sweetheart. I won’t hurt you, I promise." Diana coated my hole.