Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Bo...y" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse. How could he? He didn’t even really understand what had happened. Before Jennifer grabbed his thing in her hands and played with it, he never realized it could grow bigger. As for what happened when he pounded her against the wall, he was afraid he was going to hurt her he was slamming into her so hard. What made it even worse was that at the time he didn’t care. It was like he had become some kind of animal. He didn’t know why he’d done it or what that white stuff was that he apparently shot. Liz and Joan marvelled at the sight of 7 cockheads , stacked atop each other , from base to tip . The length was deceptively normal , at 8" . The fascination was in the taper . From a thumb sized little peckerhead at the tip , to an intimidating pussy splitter at the base , it had the promise of being all things to all women .Liz was intrigued . " I hope that thing doesn't kill me !"Naomi sprung the punchline on her . " The big surprise is the oscillating , reciprocating core . You just adjust. She had come in through the bathroom. I pointed to my door then realized it was already locked. She had locked it. I was never more aroused. She had actually planned to fuck me. She removed my t-shirt giving me a sly smile, perhaps remembering the t-shirt saga. She then reached for my tracks and started pulling it down and I realized our affair had changed my timid bhabhi into a new woman. She had been pulling down my jockeys as well and my cock jumped out soon enough. She stood up and I saw.Read More
