He was the second male in the house. The man who had been milked for sperm to create him was number one and he was number two. Names were for babies, ...emales and sentimentality. He followed with the merchandise, out of the corner of his eye he saw the wall his mother was looking at and wanted to cry. It was the toys, cages for men so they would not use themselves in ways that was only appropriate for females to use them. He had one on now, but she was looking at the ones that would hurt.“Will. " Deke laughed at that and I groaned."Yeah right!" I seriously didn't feel like having sex with anyone right then, not a stranger for sure. But I didn't have a choice. It was Saturday, my long day, and I had six dates lined up, from noon until whenever the last guy quit. "Nobody paid for all night, did they?" Yeah, the last guy. What'd you expect?" Deke opened the car door for me. "You know the last guy is gonna be a long one, baby. It's Saturday." Yeah." I climbed in the car and Deke closed. I do it to please him . . . and because I like it too!”The girls looked down at Carlo who was smiling, and noted that his ample cock was semi erect and looked like a coiled snake inside his every-present speedo trunks.“I spoke to Mama this morning, and she said you declined to stay at the hotel rooms?”“We just couldn’t impose, Gina. The Dinner was wonderful and the scenery is gorgeous. We wanted to thank you both again, so much, for everything you did for us.”“It was nothing” Gina said. “It. She was looking rather sexy in a skirt , tanned brown pantyhose, nice blouse that just showed off the right amount of boobs. I had a nice polo shirt and a pair of jeans. We left the restaurant and headed back to the car. My wife was after having two bottles of wine. As we neared the car she felt my bum and I felt hers. I could feel the panty line in the her skirt. We both looked at each other and knew we were both horny and want to fuck each other. We got into the car and kissed each other.