"Yes I know. Well it's silly to be all nice and clean and then put dirtyunderwear back on isn't it" she replied, "Now be a good boy and putthese on."S...he handed him a pair of pink satin panties that were covered withlayers of delicate lace frills. David looked in horror at thedelightfully girly panties."Is there a problem?" she demanded.He hesitated and then took the frilly knickers from her hand. He turnedto leave the room."Where do you think you're going? Put them on here," she said.With. .. I don't know, a path through the woods. If the grass is already trampled down, it's somehow 'easier' to follow that path. So then I had to retreat and not look, because what if I led them the wrong way?"But most of the action by the time I moved in – so to say – was going on in the brain stem. With a little bit of action in the area right near the stem. There was barely enough room in there for me, but the brain was growing so fast in both of them, I always found room without leaving the. But instead of holding his prick, he jammed it back into me.“OOUUCCHH. Oh, not you, Gail. Your husband was just putting something away in… ah… for me.”“Did I interrupt anything? Oh, of course I did,” She giggled. “I meant to. So, what are you doing to my husband. I hope your taking good care of him like I asked.”Now I was pissed. “Well Gail, earlier, I sucked your husband’s cock, like it’s never been sucked before. His words not mine. And I swallowed his load, which had a hint of the wonderful. But the biggest problem? It's hard to take a piss now. Well, I don't meanthat I can't take a piss - I can - it's just harder to direct the stream.With the small size of my dick it's hard to hold it and direct thestream, and I kept getting piss all over my hand, or my dick might slipout of my fingers and spray on the floor, the wall, or my clothing. Sowhenever I have to piss now, I don't try to do it standing up, I justsquat down on the toilet and "let fly."I was surprised to get a phone call.