True, but only if you have plastic tits, an Oscar winning ability to mouth, 'Oh Yeah', long blond hair and short black roots, tats and nipple piercing..., and finally an ability to fuck like a machine.All the above is the modern version of the 'Old Blow-Up Doll', from the previous generation, a manifestation of the female form, a step-up from sticking your cock into a melon.Of course we girls often resorted to vegetables, and when you think of it, we were 'Green', before it became fashionable.So,. I ask her what she wants and she tells me a hinge is broken on her hutch, and could I stop by and fix it for her. She lives only 20 minutes away so I tell her I’ll be there in a few minutes. I grab a small tool bag and head over to her house. I get over there and go into her house. She shows me her hutch and I start working on it. I see Emma sit down on the couch. A few minutes later, I looked up and she was gone. I went back to work. I was almost done and happened to look down the hall. ..I wouldn't do that all the time, but I liked to do that, whisper right into his ear, and run my hand from his knee up to his leg a little...not into his crotch, but just so it hit that nerve there that makes boys so crazy..........he never said a word...one time he put his hand down there on mine and tried to move it so I was on his dick, but I wouldn't let him......." "Okay, then I did something. I asked Rachel. "'Do you remember Sharlene Ramos? ....................................Right! She. ”I did what she showed me to do. Liz’s head was rolling from side to side, her arms bent so her hands were on her breasts and she was squeezing and pulling on her nipples. I did what Carol showed me for several minutes while Carol just watched, then Liz started raising her hips up off the ground and slamming her butt back down again. Liz started yelling out that she was cumming. I felt her channel inside closing up on my fingers, but I didn’t stop rubbing along that slightly rough spot just up.