She pulls back few inches and looks at it with her hand still wrapped around it.Her: hmmmm that's why I had my husband for breakfast, so I ca have lun...ch now.Me: where does he stand?She wraps both hands around my cock one on top of the other and she can still see the complete tip of my cock.Her: well, he is definitely slimmer yours is fatMe: and?Her: his I can see a bit more than the tip, but with one hand wrapped around it. Me: what is a woman as hot as you doing with a man like him? He can't. .. the feel of spraying water vanished, as did the feeling of anything under his feet.Hank was ... he didn't know. He couldn't move. He knew that. Something pressed against the front of his body. Around his body. It was almost like he was going through a membrane, or thick cobwebs.Or Jello. His senses were really failing him here.The universe flashed.He was standing.That, at least, was a very welcome state. He could feel cold stone beneath his bare feet. Or was it the bathroom tile? He looked. “Yes, daddy! I’m your little boi,” cried Baby Joe.“You my titty boi faggot. Ride that dick. You love my special treatment, dontcha?”“Oh! Yes sir! I love it so much.”“You not lettin’ no other Niggas hit this boipussy,” asked Lawrence as he gripped Baby Joe’s 34-B naturally occurring sissy boobs.“Oh , no! It’s all for you, Big Daddy!”Baby Joe bounced with mighty force on Lawrence’s engorged member. Lawrence remarked, “You like my big straight grown man dick in your titty faggot ass!”“Yes, I love. I looked at her and smiled our private smile, allowing myself to be led over to the basin. I decided that I was safe enough, given the practicalities of her doing anything unconventional in that setting. She rinsed my scalp and dried it for me, leaving me to take in my new-found baldness on my own for a couple of moments. The three of them were chatting on the other side of the salon. I could hear talking, but had no interest in what was said. I reflected on the past couple of hours or so.