If I could have looked down to see my stomach, I would have noticed I was quite swollen. Soon after, I felt the pointy tip probing about on my flesh before finding the hole he was hunting for. They were quite hard, but very smooth, and using the own pre-cum, I was able to pick up the pace on my strokes. After wandering around the aisles a bit, not really paying attention, mostly looking for whoever ran the place, I find an old crone running the counter. I have told people a variety of different stories regarding my worst ever week, but this is the true accounting of it. I felt him shifting around, and soon another set of hands was taking the spaces being let up. With 2 loads in me, and now possibly soon to be a 3rd with how fast my face was being smashed, the warmth soon had me sweating, even in the chill now-night air.
