“Ahh come on dude—you packin pretty good urself---bout 8”, right”? “I really don't measure it much bro” Well, let's check ya out then d...awg. Come on—shuck out of those jeans” More relaxed now, I guess from the beer and dope (which was the point, of course) Parker arches his back up from the bed and pulls off his jeans. I was kinda surprised a bit when I see he was free-ballin, and also was rock hard. Good combo—beer, dope, and porn. I grab his dick with my fist, and place the tape in his. Perhaps you and some of your ethereal friends in the netherworld could arrange to haunt the sucker who decided to make a quick buck off your name.Although I no longer use your tools I still visit your store regularly. I hope I won't shock you, Mr. Sears, when I tell you why. Your see, sir, after a day making my living with my tools I return home and relax in a way that might perplex a man of the 19th century such as yourself. I remove my rough working clothes and put on a dress, or maybe a. I sit back and watch for a while. I’m impressed with his stamina, and how his massive member is stretching out her pussy, a pussy that is tight around my 7” cock. I enjoy the view of her pumping her wet little cunt while she still has her plug in her ass. When I finally can’t take it anymore I go pull her plug out and shove it into her willing mouth. I lick her ass and spit in it to get it lubed. After rubbing the head of my cock around her gaping pussy I slowly start pumping it into her little. I could hear them talking, then I heard the bed squeak as they got back in it. I heard my wife moan like she does when she's horny and I kiss her. Shortly after, I heard the springs start squeaking again and my wife was screaming so loudly, I thought management would be calling for them to hold it down. They had tried every position known to man, and it was obvious by his moans that my wife had finished him off with a blowjob--something she hates to do for me. The thought of my lovely wife.