We need to stop touching that rock. And you need to find yourself a girlfriend.”“You want me to throw it away?” Sam knew it was the right thing ...to do, but he was still crestfallen.“If you can, honey. But I tried that already, and it wasn’t easy.” Joyce squeezed him tighter. Her boob pressed into his shoulder. “I think we should put it away somewhere and agree not touch it. Ever again.”Sam felt the warmth spread up from below. The rock rested right under where they were sitting. “Touch it how?”. "That thing is as thick and long as my forearm." she thought to herself, admiring Davon's massive manhood. It was then that she saw him turn towards her direction and so she quickly and quietly shut the door and walked back to the kitchen. She grabbed the chicken noodle from the pantry and put it into a bowl, still breathing hard, trying to cool down from what she had just seen.She put the soup into the microwave and heard the water turn off as Davon stepped out of the bathroom and came to. I could feel it. My balls were tightening up. My dick was throbbing and pulsing. And I felt another massive orgasm coming.Until Amanda stopped.I laid there, breathing hard. I could not believe I was almost there and she stopped. I had no idea what was going on. Until, hesitantly, Amanda looked at Jessica, glanced back at me, and then, shockingly said, "Since you didn't do it with him, I want to." Do what? You were already doing it to me. God Amanda, I was almost there. You felt so good," I. Was quite innocent and delicateinside... but sometimes Mr. M. came out and that could be a littlescary because Mr. M. was ruthless and knew exactly what he (yes, he)wanted... but that was okay with me because, well, I'm pretty receptiveto other people's needs and desires, and if Mr. M. wanted to be Miss M.and they both wanted me to be part of all that... well, I could strapon a dildo and act like a boy if I had to...But when he was Mr. M., he liked me on my hands and knees wearing afrilly pink.