Jim unlocked the guest room door, came out, headed back to the living room to talk with Sharon, who had helped herself to a glass of fizzy water (Jim kept a few bottles in his fridge mostly for her) and was sitting in Jim's favorite armnchair, sipping it. "Hi, Sharon," he said, sounding lame to himself.
"Jim, is that girl Katie really your cousin?" asked Sharon, the doubt obvious in her tone.
"It's a long story," said Jim, "and you'd think I'm crazy if I told you. Maybe I'd better show you."
"Show me what, Jim?"
Jim gulped, but went on, holding up the ring for Sharon to see. "I got this, uh, ring as a present for you... for us, really."
"Looks like a cock ring, Jim," said Sharon, puzzled. "It's not as if I've got any place to wear it. How is it `for us'?"
"Well, I didn't know exactly what it could do when I bought it, but it's magical! Watch!" And Jim put both hands, ring in his right hand, under the waistband of his boxer shorts and fitted the cock ring over his slightly erect penis while looking intently at Sharon, and...
Fri Jun 13 11:23:30 2008