The box lid off, a little note from the Matriarchy wishing me life long happiness. The wrapping removed, it lay there. My new cock. I try it on, the p...anties have their little buttons that line the inside of the pants and they nuzzle into my cute pussy waiting to be turned on for the first time. My manicured hand caresses my pink cock. Its bigger than I thought it would be. I put my hands on my hips getting used to it. It looks great. I can feel myself getting wetter but resist the temptation to. One day I playfully asked her when she was going to break down and give me a taste. She gave me an evil little grin and said:"It would have been a long time ago if you were the right type." And what type would that be?" Married, settled, someone with something to lose." Why someone like that?" My experience sweetie, is that men like to brag and the last thing a married woman like me needs is to have her husband find out through the rumor mill that his wife can be had." So if I go and get. “Truth or dare?” I repeated. Brad just stared blankly. “Look, Brad. Jen, Liz and I have been playing this game of ‘truth or dare’ for like 3 months now. We’ve dared each other to do some pretty stupid things, but also some fun things.” Brad looked at the girls and back at me. He clearly didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. “Anyways, we’ve noticed that you’ve been pretty stressed out about your scholarship and your exams, so we want to help you.”Brad was now thoroughly confused.. They lay there for some time kissing and fondling each other. Very quickly they both wished for anther fuck. She began to feel new wetness developing and she couldn’t resist reaching down and taking hold of his cock again. To her surprise he was starting to harden again. This man must be made of steel; he was now getting hard for the second time in no more than fifteen minutes. His cock was really throbbing now.He lifted his head from her breasts and their mouths and tongues met again. Soon.