Anderson came back down the stairs with his checkbook and a pen in hand and sat down on the arm of the couch next to me. As he sat down his robe fell ...pen revealing his uncut cock, it was so weird I had never seen another guy’s piece before and for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of it. Mr. Anderson was writing out a check for me when he asked me a question but I didn’t hear it I was so entranced by his dick. ‘Jeff?’ Mr. Anderson asked before looking up and realizing his robe had opened. My excitement level was brought up to a peak again. I could feel the sensitivity in my clitty and little flutters in my tummy just thinking of what it would be like to sit on it; to see if it would even fit into me. I was fantasizing about how deep I could take it into my horny wet cunt. I was wondering what it would feel like to be stretched to that size. I wasn’t sure if it would even fit. I wanted to feel it sliding between my throbbing lips, I wanted to feel it stretch my vagina and glide. Therefore, the thought of marriage to anyone — least of all, to me — was utterly out of the question.Since the 4th was on a Thursday that year, particularly in New York, we were looking at a 4-day weekend. And, because I wasn’t desperately needed at the office (?) I decided to take a break and head up to my parents’ place at noon on Wednesday. The girls — Terry, Liz and Tina — had lined up a number of activities in the city including a couple of rock concerts.Speaking for all of them, Liz. ” Helen and Keri put some clothes on and went over to the Peterson’s workshop. Helen had to strip and sit on the floor with her legs spread. Keri made her put her legs behind to table legs, so that if she flinched she couldn’t close her legs. Helen’s labia where a bit bigger/longer then Keri’s, so they decided to put seven rings in each of her lips. Keri held the machine near the first of the marked points and looked into Helen’s eyes. She had a ruler in her mouth, so she had something to bit.