Had her subconscious chosen something larger than life in some attempt to satisfy her? As she rubbed, not actually trying to coax an orgasm from her b...ody, she thought back to the time, almost twenty-four hours before, that she'd stood in front of that wall, adorned with an astonishing variety of phallic shapes.She tried to remember why she'd picked the one she'd taken to the register. All she could remember was being nervous and embarrassed. She did remember choosing one that was Caucasian, as. I fumbled with the small buttons on your blouse, snapping one off in my slowed haste. You laughed and kissed the tip of my nose, easing my nerves. I laughed too. A sudden confidence took me by surprise and I ripped your blouse open, scattering buttons to "tick, tick, tick" on the hardwood floor. You pulled me against you, embracing me and filling my mouth with words of your love.I was hard, my cock waiting for the inevitable. Still, I was scared, shivering against your warm and goose bump. I lay on my back, swathed in total darkness. The relative firmness of the body pillow beneath me dutifully tried its best to conform to, and support, my rather thin, and angular body shape. The apex of each of my two, protruding shoulder blades pushed unrelentingly downward into the synthetic foam, while at a point some 16-1/4” further away, the same resilient material was expanding upward in an attempt to fill the empty space created where the small of my back became the round of my. .. two... three..." I said, and June and I started the arduous task of dragging Lynette's sorry ass upstairs.As we got to the stairway, I realized for the third time that we'd either need to install an elevator or add another bedroom or two downstairs if the girls insisted on using nozzles on each other.It took us about ten minutes to get Lynette into the spare bedroom.When we got back, Kristen was still in the same position. I was a little worried, but Kristen wasn't screaming or anything. As.