No, not that one! I mean a.k.a. Wednesday.I'm all dried off, cheeks soft as cunt. Ahh sweet Jesus! please! don't even think the word! I feel like I'm ...rying to dock at Lakehurst, New Jersey. My pecker's picked up the rallying cry, Remember the Hindenburg! Oh quiet down, will you.I sneak into the livingroom the all-natural man. Dresser's in there. Clean tee, pulling on my underwear when my wife pokes her head around from the hall. "What do you think you're doing!" she hisses, "Don't get dressed,. I caressed the ass of the latex fuck doll. "MMMM That ain’t Mike's hand on my ass."I pulled my hand away from the doll revolted that the computer could tell my touch from Mike's "Don't be that way." The lights flickered and my double appeared beside the mainframe. "Don't be such a poop, Jay" her voice seemed to be coming from her mouth now. "You made me cum so hard. Of course I recognized your hand on my ass. You are all I think about and all Mike talks about. I dream of touching you. I like my women natural in the truest sense of the word. She must be attractive and somewhat in shape. She doesn't have to be athletic, but she must be presentable.With all that said I do have one kink and through the many girlfriends I have had I have never been able to find a girl that meets my expectations in the bedroom that is until I found Cindy. I like my women to be a total slut in the bedroom and though I have found a few of them none till Cindy would take my cock in their ass with the. She felt her arms being guided into some things that felt sort of like sleeves, though they seemed to be made out of rubber too. Her legs were then moved and placed into some sort of bag it felt like, binding them tightly together from the ankle down. She felt material then being pulled over the rest of her body. "The sleeping bag" she suddenly thought, that's what I'm being put into. As if to confirm this thought, she heard the sound of a zipper and felt the increasing tightness of the rubber,.