.. well, I'm not going to write that. I'm not that drunk. But I'm an expert at masturbation. I wonder if the real thing is better? (Is a coke bottle '...he real thing'? I ought to try.) But, ever since Uncle Bill touched me, ten years ago, and got me all excited, I've been scared of guys. Maybe it would have been better if he hadn't had an attack of conscience and stopped when he did? Or even if I'd agreed to let Janey be my room mate at college. Now, when I think back, even if it's degenerate,. Yes!” she said in a breathless voice. I slid my finger from the edge of her panties and drew it slowly over the cleft of her warm sex beneath the lacey material. Hhhhmmmm ... just as she had sad ... absolutely soaking wet. I rubbed my finger a little harder right over her swollen labia and felt her juices sticking to my fingertip. I drew it back and slipped my own finger into my mouth. Mmmmm, perfect! The intoxicating taste of her girly secretions made my cock surge even more. I looked down at. "I can't believe there is so much inside me. It feels incredible the way it fills me up completely. Do you really like watching?" Jill wanted to know."Yes, darling, yes, it looks fantastic. I can't wait to see it buried in your bottom" Dave replied, his voice husky and hoarse from arousal."No, Dave, you can't expect me to do that. It will never fit" Jill exclaimed with fear and apprehension.But Dave reached down and grabbed Tony's penis as it came almost out of her and pushed it until it was at. Well watch out for what you think you wish for, you may fucking get it. "I need to know I am going to be taken care of, I need to know Brian will be taken care of," she told me, as we sat in a booth her telling me what it would take you get her back. It was hard and cruel, she wanted me to be her slave, no she wanted me to be her and her sons slave. My little penis was squealing with joy, but my head was saying fuck no, you know who won. It was not close, and that she was rubbing my tiny.