I took lots of shots of them from various angles in colour and in sepia allowing a little bit of the artist in me to come out. I crossed the road and...went into a rock shop. The range of things they make with rock these days staggered me. At the back of the shop a box of penis shaped rock caught my eye. I bought some postcards and three penises. One each for the girls and I thought I would take one back for Frankie. They are really big and heavy; I reckon they will struggle to get them in. They would then cause havoc, ultimately destroying Tokyo. It was only then that the companies’ large and suspiciously primed construction division would leap into action. Rebuilding Tokyo seemed to be a very profitable and popular national pastime in all Japanese fiction.The reality was a little less dramatic. Yes the large Japanese companies had their fingers in many pies, but no experimental science divisions researching futuristic weaponry, no crazy card games possessed by Egyptian gods. Leaving her post the wife came beside me and kissed my face and neck and pinched my nipples hard. I told them I was about to come and the wife told me to spunk up her husbands arse, she squeezed my plums and I shot my load deep into his arse. His cock now hard, my girlfriend changed places and pieced her cunt with his cock. Removing my cock from his arse, I moved back and watched as my girlfriend bounced on his cock, her tits swinging in his face. His wife feeling his balls and rubbing my. " Despite the fact that I was talking about her, I could tell my harsh words stung her as she likely believed that she was still an attractive woman. There was no doubt in my mind the picture was of her and though I did really believe that she was hot as hell, I didn't want her to know that."Look Tim., please give me those photos. I think...." Ms. O'Hare began to quietly plead."Actually Becky," cutting her off, "You don't mind if I call you Becky do you?" I asked mockingly."No Tim., I don't.