This looked like a new one to me, it was very different from the one I'd used before. This model had a beautifully crafted cock with lots of detail. T...he head was deeply split with a hole in the eye. There was a thick raised vein on the underside of the cock and the balls were big and round. It was then that I noticed that the balls were hollow and filled with water.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,. What was it? Why could I not stop thinking about Marcus' cock? Maybe itwas a side effect of not being able to masturbate - I already knew I wasfighting a rising wave of low-grade arousal at all times, so perhaps thesight of his cock had reminded me of the cocks of pornstars in the videosI'd used to watch - triggering the memories of jerking off? It couldn'tbe that I simply liked the sight of his cock - I knew I wasn't gay. Ididn't like cock. I wasn't gay. I wasn't.But the more I denied it, the. It sounded like an argument. Chelsea looked in the rearview mirror and saw her mother talking to the elderly couple. She could hardly make out the words her mother was saying but she only managed to catch a few."You kicked us out a long time ago. Leave us alone. We don't need you!" That was all Chelsea could hear her mother say. Did she know these folks?Chelsea was about to get out of the car, but then stayed seated as soon as she saw her mother walking back. Wendy got in the car saying. ” I pulled her needy hands off my rock hard cock and she gave me a pouty look like a little girl that didn’t get her way. “Oh Larry, you are no fun,” she said and giggled again.“How much have you had to drink?” I asked looking into her blue eyes, “It isn’t even noon yet.”“Oh Larry don’t be a fuddy duddy weddings are a BIG party and I am a big party girl. I hope Sheryl didn’t line me up with a boring guy. You aren’t a boring guy are you?” She said and brought her lips to mine. Her lips parted.