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| + | You whip out your pecker and give it a little tug. It's already nearing its full length of about 4 1/2 inches. OK, well maybe closer to just 4. But who's counting? It's not the size that matters, it's how you use it, right? And you've been using it every day in the shower for the last 3 or 4 years straight. That ought to count for something. | ||
| - | You | + | Mrs. Simmons notices that you've unzipped your pants and she slides her hand down your chest toward your crotch with a lusty grin. You feel her hands grasp your dick. Her fingers are dancing around your smallish rod and they give it a tug, too. Mrs. Simmons looks confused and glances down, pulling on your dick once again. |
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| + | She stares at your penis for a moment. Her expression suddenly changes to one of amusement. | ||
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| + | "Aw, you've got a cute little thing down there, don't you?" | ||
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| + | She looks as if she's found a lost puppy dog. She giggles. | ||
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| + | Do you: | ||
| + | *[[Adventure/Chuckle along with her]] | ||
| + | *[[Adventure/Run out of the room in shame]] | ||
| + | *[[Adventure/Ask her to give you head]] | ||
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| + | [[Category: The Greatest Weekend Ever]] | ||
Current revision as of 17:52, 16 September 2010
You whip out your pecker and give it a little tug. It's already nearing its full length of about 4 1/2 inches. OK, well maybe closer to just 4. But who's counting? It's not the size that matters, it's how you use it, right? And you've been using it every day in the shower for the last 3 or 4 years straight. That ought to count for something.
Mrs. Simmons notices that you've unzipped your pants and she slides her hand down your chest toward your crotch with a lusty grin. You feel her hands grasp your dick. Her fingers are dancing around your smallish rod and they give it a tug, too. Mrs. Simmons looks confused and glances down, pulling on your dick once again.
She stares at your penis for a moment. Her expression suddenly changes to one of amusement.
"Aw, you've got a cute little thing down there, don't you?"
She looks as if she's found a lost puppy dog. She giggles.
Do you:
