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bigger
Um, it looks like a penis, but bigger.
There was something so forlorn about it that I almost cried.
The penis hung between the opened V of his fly and rested
on top of his bunched Calvins. He moved his hips from side to side, and swung
the penis for me, till it began to sweep from left to right like a clock with
a flesh pendulum. I'm not used to being dumbfounded: it felt like laughing gas,
but without the laughing. I just stood there and let him get on with it.
"Look" he said, grasping and lifting "No scars!
The scar is here-" he reached out and grabbed my hand - "under the pubic
hair. It's V-shaped. Feel!'.
He pulled my hand towards him and 'accidentally' rubbed
it against his Congential Macro. The end was hard, round, and hot; it felt a lot
silkier than the rough skin of his fingers.
'Oy!' I said, trying to yank my hand free. I regained
possession of the poor hand - god know what kind of post-traumatic stress it will
experience after this - and politely requested that he put his rig away. The Macro
twitched before me like a dreaming cat. I shoved my hands deep in my pockets and
walked back inside. more
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