. but no.It's a a small elephant head, with a stretchable trunk. And a long string around it. Obviously, the trunk covers my dick, like that's all I'm... supposed to wear? Yeah right!I held it up, and the girls fucking cackled like hens at me."Put it on", "Try it out!", "I'm sure it's too big" and shit they yelled at me. It was fucking funny, I'll admit."Ok bitches," I announced. "You want to see me in this, yes?" They all screeched yes."Alright then. I'll wear this. On one condition, that you. I passed the bowl to him. "Here," I said, "you look like you could use some chillin' out after this morning's show." I squatted on the floor before him, knowing he couldn't help but stare at the soft sheer material of the yoga pants, and enjoying the feeling of being enjoyed that way. Sure enough, his gaze was steady on me as he inhaled, then passed the pipe to Keith. "You know, there's no good reason to be hoarding all that talent," he said to Keith, then nodded toward me. Keith took a deep. But I got to admirin' her, standing and waiting patiently for me to acknowledge her presence. And, after a minute or so, I put my newspaper down, and looked her right in the eye."Err, umm ... Mr. Liston?" she said, using this eye contact as her opportunity to start a conversation. "The bartender pointed you out to me. I'm Margaret Haynes, from the Newark Star Ledger."So, she wus a reporter! Normally I'd a kicked her scrawny white ass out of my place and been done with her. But like I already. Wie von selbst öffneten sich meine Beine weiter seinen streichelnden Fingern. Ich stöhnte auf...»Willst du noch einmal?« fragte er mich.Ich nickte nur.»Aber vorhin wolltest du mich doch nicht.« Ich stöhnte verzweifelt auf.»Sag mir, dass du es noch einmal willst!«»Ja ich will.«»Was willst du?«»Ich will, dass du noch einmal...«»...mit mir schläfst!« beendete er meinen Satz.»Ja!«»Sag es!«»Ich will... ich will, dass du mich nimmst!« brach es aus mir heraus.Während ich meine Beine öffnete legte er.