Like a man watching his team fumble around as the clock ticked away, like a captain forced to watch his ship sink, so he watched now as a hand slipped...under her skirt. Now she writhed, and worked back. The man's shirt was gone, and he helped with his own pants. He skirt was around her waist, and her panties pushed aside.A sudden gag reflex overtook him and he tasted his own bile. But he mastered himself as he had done in so many other situations before; this too he would bear. The man's head. The template I had brought along was a big help. When it got down to the details, I would need to work from memory.By dinner time, the rain had started to let up. Everything that was not covered was soaking wet. I made dinner and then took my hot cocoa down to my favorite rock by the shore. The sun finally broke through the clouds. It was magnificent. The water soaked leaves sparkled and gleamed in the golden rays of the warming disc. The rocks and moss gleamed and took on a whole new. Compared to all the other toys, it was monstrous.made in pinkish rubber, just over a foot long, and about as wide across as my wrist, as soon as I saw it it seemed to call out to the darker parts in me.So I went and bought it with a lump in my throat. it weighs quite a bit as well, and with a horny mind I went back home. unpacked it in my car , dropped the wrappings in a public bin, then arrived at my place.it was allready late, so bedtime.. this time it'd take me quite a bit longer then usual. I was so turned on I felt my cock begin to swell and my balls began to erupt. I climbed on her and slid my cock between her legs Mario grabbed her legs and pulled them apart for me to have full access to her wet and cum drenched pussy. I pushed my cock between her pussy lips and began to shoot torrents of hot cum. She laid there panting and whining with pleasure while Mario and I laid there breathing heavy and exhausted. I looked over and saw Mario’s cock begin to stiffen and gradually swell to.