It was something to think about, she decided as she went into the bedroom to get dressed.As Ellie left the room, the sex toy on the table flexed and q...uivered again, almost imperceptibly, and a strong pulse ran from its base up to its tip. From the slit in the cockhead shot a fine spray of liquid. This turned into a fine mist that slowly spread around the room, settling on the furniture, the floor, the coffee cup she’d left sitting beside it on the table, and even the pot of coffee sitting on. With a very athletic build from his training. I had been a cheerleader in high school and college, and did modeling for a few catalogues while in school. I had even been approached by Playboy for one of their special “Girls of…” college issues, which I had turned down for fear my dad’s friends and my creepy Uncle Bill might see it and try to hit on me even more than they already were. Yet somehow our physical traits seemed to bypass our son. It isn’t that Paul is a bad looking k**. I. Lance's were the envy of the orchestra, but Hal's fingers were several millimeters longer. "Totally wasted on an engineer," she and Sam had agreed. Lauren was no longer so sure of that. He had evoked some delightful feelings with those fingers. There was more to life, not that she could tell Sam this, than music."Coming up," said Hal. She saw the turn onto the rutted dirt road. Soon, they had bumped as far as they could go. The jeep stopped behind them and Lance and Sam got out.Hal walked back. I told him I’d be weeding in the front yard so we could meet and plan a sex date. I was a little nervous meeting him at home—my husband was sitting in the living room and doesn’t know that I fuck around with strangers—and of course I didn’t know what kind of a guy I was meeting. He could have been carrying a knife. It was a risk, but I was really horny and I’ve always been a risk-taker.From our chat I did know that Brad likes oral sex with men, and his profile says he’s bisexual, but I don’t.