His curved erect penis looked as though it was as thick as a beer can with thick tortuous veins running the length of his shaft. And maybe a hint of excitement. Porn “What the hell did I do last night”, I thought. Life was good. I looked up to see Bob standing there with two of my dildos. His warm hand had touched my shoulder when he did and it felt kind of nice. One set of hands had quit rubbing my right leg, but the fingers was still going in and out of my pussy, rubbing my swollen clit, and then back in. The cushion was destroyed, covered in what seemed like litres of cum.
