My that was good.I always wondered, for I didn't know about what it meant by a wet spot. Oh, I know now. When I put my legs back down the bed was soak...d. My bed is small so I couldn't just move to the other side. I had to get up and out of bed and get something to cover it so that I could sleep. I ended up getting my flannel bottoms that I wear around the house when I am alone.I laid back down pressed my legs together tightly and felt my insides spasm. I do believe it wanted something inside of. ”The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way. Some years later, The same man breaks down in front of the same monastery. The monks again accept him, feed him, and again fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier. The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply again “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”The man says, “All right, all right. I’m dying to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound. “I’m in the yard, approaching the house. There are guys in the kitchen. Checking it out.”I nudged Mitch, “How does he check it out?”“Small mirror on an extending rod.” I could tell that questions weren’t encouraged.“Three in the kitchen. They’re drinking beer and eating take-out.” He described each.I interrupted, “He’s the boss. The one you described as ‘mousy’ with glasses. Go figure, huh?”“No lights upstairs, but yes in the basement.” I shrugged my shoulders.Mitch considered it, “Okay, it. I enjoyed this very much, as I could smell her girly perfume. I'm sure she must have been hoping to get lucky with me, as she'd told me she was horny as hell. Suddenly, I noticed her start to rub herself, and before I knew it, my seven inch penis began to grow. I did my best to discreetly adjust myself, but I think she may have noticed. She drove for a while, wriggling in her seat, and slowed as we approached a park. "Do you want to stop here for a while?" she grinned at me. "Sure," I.