I got up and went across to her."Come here, my love," I said, and gently put an arm round her heaving shoulders. She stiffened, tensed for a moment, a...nd I gave her a reassuring squeeze, perching myself on the edge of the seat in what I hoped would feel to the girl like a temporary, non-threatening position. Finally, she relaxed, and leaned against me, and buried her wet little face in my shoulder, not sobbing any more, but crying out loud now, like a hurt child. Which she was.I just let her go. She was fully relaxed, but had still not entirely “come down” from her previous arousal. Like building a house on an old foundation, it was easier for her to reach for the pleasure she knew was coming. Idly, she wondered why he had not touched her breasts at all during this entire experience; they were usually extremely sensitive to touch, and she could sometimes come just from nipple play, but they had not been any part of this evening’s activities. In fact, the only time he had touched her. What I had in my hands was a large pink rubber cock capable of ejaculating fluid. This was a real beauty. By squeezing the balls, liquid would shoot up the middle of the cock and spurt out of the end, just like the real thing. I was to discover later that in fact the balls were filled with a white fluid that closely resembled spunk and was supplied in a squeezy bottle that came with the strap-on. I also saw that there was a large soft rubber pad with a knobbly surface that was designed to press. I was really surprised at how wet their pussies were, and the hair did not feel as coarse as I expected….my father used to sport a full beard, and when he hugged me his beard felt rough on my face….and for a second I thought that they had pissed themselves, and I told them that I was really worried because if nana found my bed sheet wet she would have thought that I wet the bed and would be in for a spanking.Vicky was breathing quite heavily, and sort of groaned not to worry about it, because.