... rubbing your fingertips in it, smearing it into your soft, slippery penis." Another slight pause. "You do that, don't you, Al?" I was almost beyond resisting. She had me mesmerized and quite aroused. I managed to feebly protest, "Well...no...but I guess...well, some of what you said, anyway, but ..." "All of it," she corrected. "Every thing I described. Don't deny it," she said over more of my protests. "You can hardly wait to get home, open up the magazine to this picture, and take out your cock and jack off -- just like I just described. Don't deny it, Al. I know you can hardly stop thinking about what your sperm is going to look and feel like all over your dick when you make yourself cum." "Mary, please ..." I protested feebly, the words choking in my throat. "It's OK, Al. I understand. |