Packing
As Sandra, Louisa, Jane, and I descended on the annual Tri-Towns Nord Ball I proudly considered how my friends and I looked the part of every other lady in the room in our heels and haute couture dresses, even though we all had c***s strapped to our bodies.
Sandra was a size queen, as much in the c**k she wore—an 8-and-half-inch black model—as those she sought to f**k. Although large dildos and yes, even taller men, were proportionate to her five-foot-nine voluptuousness, she usually came away disappointed; really, how many men were walking around sporting c***s that big (even tall guys) or would agree to having one that size plow their ass? Ever since I met her, Jane had been working through the on again/off again consistent drama with a rather pretty Filipino guy named Carl (wh
