That night, I called Lauren and we talked for quite a while. There was still a strong suggestion of sex in the talk between us, just a bit of teasing,... so I asked her to come over tomorrow, just by herself, she pretty much had to figure out just what was on my mind. Then, I walked three blocks to the drug store and bought a box of condoms.Chapter 3When Lauren rang the bell, she was standing there in a halter top and very short shorts. My dick instantly hardened."Hi, beautiful, oh, Lauren, are. Joe swam over to me and asked, “Are you okay? Did you have our driver take her home?” “Yes, she was in no position to drive,” I said I looked over at Matthew and expressed how sorry I was for all of this. “It’s okay I am used to it,” he said. “Come in and join us,” Joe said. “I will be right back, I am going to put my suit on,” I said. In spite of the drama that had just unfolded I was feeling pretty good. The wine was kicking in and a sudden rush of erotic thoughts took control. I chose a. The left hand loosely held what scared death into me.The phallus she wore was the biggest I’d ever seen. So realistically crafted I could make out lines and veins. The color matched the outfit, light reflected off of the deep ebony giving it a sheen. My panic must be obvious to her. She laughed as my eyes pleaded for her to stop this fiasco. Her words burned my ears with profanities. Letting go of her newly acquired appendage, she grabbed my testicals and penis, fitting some ristritctive ring. I started rubbing my fingers around her clit, pulling back the folds that covered it, and I felt her breathing get heavy. I touched her clit again, and rubbed it, hearing her moan into my mouth. I pressed down on it, hard, and she shrieked again. “Holy shit, Carter, how are you doing that?” “You like that, do you Paris?” I moaned back, speeding up my rubbing, and gently placed a finger over the entrance to her hole. “Carter,” she moaned in a little pain as I pushed my finger in, “that hurts;.