Hurry!” Just then I heard it, the doorbell downstairs. Rob was at the door. “Hurry up daddy, come in me. Come on! Just . . .come.” And I felt... his cock quivering and this surge of come, and I was so aroused that as it filled me I could feel my own orgasm rise up over me and I fell down on the counter. “Oh god! I'm coming! Harder. Oh . . .” I was panting, whimpering, crushing my puss into him, losing all sense of where I was, spasming against him. When I came back around from my orgasm, my. Marty told him he rechecks his figures faithfully andhis figures show many interesting things. Mr. Dunlap asked him if all of this was part of the financialprogram and Marty told him it was something he added to theirregular program. Mr. Dunlap said he would be interested to see whatMarty had all amassed for information. They finished their meal and Mr. Dunlap took him back. Mr. Dunlapcame in and Marty showed him all sorts of information that hewasn't aware of. After two hours of looking at. I put on the stirrup pantyhose and a pair of thin, nylon jogging pants, a shirt, shoes and was out the door. I stopped at the hotel bar and had a couple shots, just enough to take the jitters off.As I entered the store, it was packed. Couples were buying toys and videos while catching glances of those around them. Many men were looking at the video racks watching to see who went to the back rooms. As I entered the booths, it was pitch black. I couldn't see a thing. Apparently, it was black out. .. What? They thought that you were... a guy?" Blaine made a faceof incredulity and he let out a scoffing laugh as he waited for John todeny the remark. That was ridiculous.John just nodded."Why? I mean, look at you! You're..." Then it hit him like a ton ofbricks. "Wait a minute... you're not saying that you have... a dick,are you?"John's tears flowed freely, but he didn't even notice. "I wish youhadn't used that word," he said sadly."What!? You do!? You actually have a dick!? A cock!? How is.