“Looking forward to it. I’m needing to feed the engine.”
She ignores him and continues rubbing his limp p***s, saying, “You know what I like, lover boy? I like the word peter.”
He presumes her meaning, “You mean like the Bible guy? Saint Peter?”
“No, silly,” she answers and slaps his d**k again, “I mean the word peter, not the name. It stands for p***s, you know.”
She bends over and rubs noses with his c**k, shaking her long, blonde hair over his pubic area. “It has a nice ring to it. Peter.”
“Well,” Barry offers, “you can name him that if you’d like. He doesn’t really have a name.”
“Peter,” she tries it on him for size and kisses him directly in his little face. “Your Mommie loves you, Peter.”
Without warning, she rolls up his foreskin between her teeth and firmly bites down and ho
