Lumps, bumps, slime oozes out from his long appendage onto her overly stretched blistered hole. He's grand prize, the swanky adulterer. But I should not be so mean. If he would be with me, and he wasn't now diseased from the past decade of raunchy hookups where the condoms slipped up, I would fall from my high horse and lay with him. Then I would be the same as her, but only for him. It will never happen.