“Sorry, the head is malfunctioning,” Korbin said, making sure the hole was sealed tight.“It’s too bad about the head,” his friend Cole said.... “I would have wanted to…inspect it. See if the mouth was realistic. Like with saliva and stuff.”Korbin had slipped a few words about his research these last few weeks so everyone knew they were dealing with Marissa’s real bodyparts. The charade of plausible deniability simply unlocked their impunity.“It’s probably for the best,” said Korbin, “the head. As we moved around the kitchen, we kept bumping into each other and she laughed when I almost dropped the turkey. How I loved to hear her laugh. It came from deep in her heart with a tiny snort in the middle of it that is so much cuter than you would think. When we had a moment during the hectic struggle to get the meal done, we thought back on our presents. As always, she received a heart necklace to symbolize me giving her my heart and she got one collectible Barbie doll which I had done for. Your hands come up pretty highon my thighs and at certain points spread my legs aninch or two but never touch anything private. My husbandhowever is convinced as he watches that you have enjoyedhis view.You complete the massage and tell me to flip over and Inotice that you have turned your back. I fail to noticethat you turned your back to get some more oil and as Iam turning under the towel you turn around. I was almostunder the towel when you did but I was pretty sure yousaw my right side all. Now I've read all those letters in Penthouse about twelve-inch cocks. I have five and a half inches and Debbie has never complained. Gus was no twelve inches either. More like seven inches. We both fell into the average category and I suspect there are a lot more out there like ours than all of the massive dicks you read about all the time.Debbie nonetheless seemed quite taken with Gus's cock. It was actually smacking up against his stomach. Almost like mine when I was nineteen. Oh to be young.