They say it was a gun, but something smells fishy.10. You can have my gun when you can pry it from my cold, stinking...11. An accident waiting to happ...n ... could ‘shoot the beaver’.12. I have heard of shooting your mouth off, but this takes on a “hole” new meaning...13. Complete reversal on the classic, “Is that a pistol in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?”14. I wonder if she had ‘gun-areah’?15. Gives a whole new meaning to “Vaginal Discharge”.16. Do you suppose she had a ‘rectal. At every motion, she would go down my shaft. Then back up and then go further down and back up till she reaches the base of my cock. She would be choking on it. Then take a break and keep stroking my dick with her hand before repeating.She continued this process with stroking and sucking and deep throating. I couldn’t keep my eyes open and kept arching my head back. The best I could do was hold her hair back and let her do her magic.Suddenly she stopped and said, “Stop closing your eyes, look. You will live so long as that object exists. Your soul, your mind everything will be there, for better or worse. However, you will be an object. You will have no power of self-determination. Do you understand that?"Like a junkie needing his fix he murmured "Bicycle seat..." One more thing, Barry. I will not sit and watch while you humiliate yourself. I cannot do that. Do you understand?"Barry stared blankly in the distance and mouthed, "Bicycle seat."Natalie stood and said "Then goodbye Barry.". Then he inhales, and exhales, pushing the thick handle into himself. "ooooh!" He grabs his cock and strokes fast. The handle was thicker than anything else he had used before, and longer. "Fuck..." Derek pulls his pants down and starts stroking his thick hard cock as well. "Oh fuck, Jon." He can't help it. He touches Jon's chest. His nipples. His abs. "Uhhh..." Jon works the handle in and out fast. He likes how it rubs inside his ass. "Fuck...oh fuck yeah..." Jon starts fucking the handle..