He couldn’t let it out over the waistband as it would stick out of his pants. Leaving it as it was was a more painful option. He finally let it out ...of the leg hole of his underwear. He figured it would eventually go down on its own but Allie came into the bedroom after getting ready and saw Alex’s problem. She was only wearing a towel.Allie saw Alex’s cock outlined down the leg of his slacks and she stifled a giggle.She put her hands on her hips in mock annoyance and said, “Can’t you control. "Go lay on the bed, the light is better there. But leave the brush inside of you!" John-Paul orders.Standing, with the brush sticking out from my cunt like a bristled cock, I walk to the bed and lay down. Again spreading my legs as wide as I can. I continue to fuck myself vigorously with the now sopping wet brush handle.Hearing a noise, I glance toward my bedroom door. There stands a very tall, dark, handsome, muscular man with jet black hair and beard. He's totally naked with a raging erection. " I went oh-for-five!" Yeah." Jesus, Sandy!" Hey, nobody ever said you were going to hit every night." I'm used to hitting every night!" Bullshit. Who do you think you are, Joe DiMaggio?"The great Yankee, Joe DiMaggio, holds the all-time record for hits in consecutive games. He got at least one hit in each of 56 regular-season games. Incredible.Joe DiMaggio -- much like Theodore Samuel Williams -- was a far greater hitter than I ever hoped to be. Like Williams, Joltin' Joe hit for power as well. This was offer was even more bizarre because Irecognized that he and the lawyer were both guys who had given me a lotof grief, back when we were all teenagers. But now they all seemed quite intent on winning me over for some reasonand invited me to breakfast with them at the diner across the way. Itwas all too strange, but I went along with them, anxious to get on withthe business of my aunt's estate and more than a little curious aboutthis unexpected reception. And so we sojourned to the.