And I sat outside a little tobacco shop and smoked a ten-dollar cigar while I watched people. Finally, I followed Massachusetts Route 2 along Commonwe...lth Avenue until it became U.S. Highway 20 at Boston University, a block away from Fenway Park.A Long Time Ago: Eight-Tenths of a MileU.S. Highway 20 has always had a special place in my mind—maybe in my heart. It’s the longest numbered highway in the United States at nearly 3,500 miles. It runs from Boston, Massachusetts to Newport, Oregon. And. As time went on, the fantasy continued to grow in my mind. One Saturday I was on the computer and I googled ‘realistic black dildo’ I was shocked at how realistic some of them appeared, I looked at lots of different types and sizes and finally picked one out that I thought looked the best, the moment I placed the order I couldn’t wait for it to arrive. I had asked myself loads of questions waiting for the black cock dildo to arrive, my wife had always referred to black people as niggers, What. Steve was thebouncer at Doreen's establishment and he kept the punters in line ifthey played up. Steve had been living with Doreen for nearly twentyyears (except for his stint in Chelmsford); he was only in his forties,nearly ten years younger than Doreen but they loved each other, andDoreen confided one night after a few gin and tonics, that she stillkept Steve more than happy in bed. In fact, she implied, they bothenjoyed a very exciting and varied sex life.Six months after she started. I thought it might help to fantasize about being dangled from the ceiling by a harness. A harness designed specifically to keep my body in the spread-eagle position. In that position I could be swung around like a pendulum to have assorted procedures performed, usually involving some sort of intense clitoral stimulation.And the idea of being tethered like that elevated the level of excitement another notch.Jenny surmised that someone should design some sort of clamp to hold the pussy lips open.