Not really. You don’t owe me anything. If you feel like talking I’m not going anywhere. But don’t feel obligated to tell me anything because you...aren’t.”“Once I get started you might try to climb out that window.”I promised to pull over to the side of the road first. She sat back in her seat. When she started talking I got the impression she already knew what she was going to say. She must have been thinking about it all morning.“I’ve lived in or around Harpers Ferry all my life. My mom died. .." Emmie adroitly pulled the crotch of her panties aside, revealing her shaved pussy, and slid the dildo down, rubbing it between her pussy lips. The dildo was shaped to look like a real penis, with veins and and a mushroom cap. It occured to me that my fully erect cock would be larger. And my cock was erect, poking down the leg of my boxers.I should have shut that damn machine off! But I was like a deer caught in the headlights, oblivious to my own doom. I watched as the dildo got shiny wet,. It'ssimply a matter of separating out what really can be done and thenapplying it in the real world.Walter: Isn't there a line between fantasy and reality?Gorilla: It's not where most people think. A fantasy is just somethingthat isn't yet real. I mean at one time human flight was a fantasy butthe Wright brothers made it real. A lot of people got a real problemwith fantasy and reality.Walter: how do you mean?Gorilla: Well, years ago I started posting my exploits on the web, orback then it. .. The doorbell rang. He pulled me up, and lead me to the door with him by theleash. He opened it and yes, there she was. He let her in and he had herstrip right there on the spot. Then he told her what he had told me, that shewas to be his slave for the entire weekend. I was so jealous... and yetexcited at the thought, as was she. He had her put on these really lacy blackpanties and bra, and then tied her hands behind her back with some leatherstring. Then her ordered us to kiss. I didn't.