Strings and Sacks, Inc.

Strings and Sacks, Inc. - Chapter 13
By Sir Cum Sizemore

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 13

The women negotiated the trip for all of the children. And Milfinger's company paid for it. The boys were required by their mothers to wear the shorts and mesh shirts on the trip. The two inch inseams, the extra wide leg openings and the lack of underwear ensured they would display their more interesting parts throughout the trip.

"Boys whenever you sit remember your knees are to be wide apart and your hands are not to cover your shorts or be in the way of your little legs. We want to show off your beautiful bodies as much as we can." Sharon insisted.

The limo from the airport arrived at Andrea's house and the luggage and children were loaded into the car. Karen, of course, barked the orders for the boys. The little girls giggled with excitement as they boarded the van.

At the airport the luggage was unloaded by the curbside skycaps and tickets were printed. As they stood in line an elderly lady asked, "Are these your children?"

Sharon fielded the question, "The two girls are hers, the two little boys are hers," pointing at Marjorie, "this boy and the little girl are obviously hers" eluding to the darker skinned children, "and this is my son, Steven."

"Well, I couldn't help but notice how nicely tanned the little boys are. Their legs are beautiful. All four of them are well shaped and smooth. I always liked to look at little boy legs even when my kids were young, I made my boys run around in underpants or nude so I could look at those little legs and butts."

"Yes, they are good looking kids aren't they?" Sharon agreed.

"Now, I'm not saying the little girls aren't cute and pleasant to look at, but those boys are just beautiful. You know back in the late sixties and early seventies, little boys would wear those short shorts all the time. They wore them to play and to school. I hated it when they also put on those knee socks to cover their calves, but you know those thighs were exposed. I never let mine wear the knee socks." She looked off for a moment as if to reminisce. "You know they'd spread their little legs and you could see everything if they weren't wearing underwear." She chuckled. "Now days, boys are wearing those long shorts that come down below their knees. I hate them. They have such cute bodies and now we don't get to check them out." She chuckled.

"Well, yes, they do and I have to agree. We need to see more of their bodies. After all they're living art aren't they?" Susan entered the conversation.

"Where are you all going?"

"We're headed to Paris for a fashion show. The boy's are wearing outfits that are going to be featured this year." Marjorie was always marketing.

"You mean this is a sign of things to come?"

"We certainly hope so!" Marjorie continued.

"Oh be still my heart. I think that's wonderful. Little boys don't need so much modesty." The old lady continued.

"Our sentiments exactly!" Susan agreed.

"I just love these mesh shirts. You can see their tight little bodies through them. Look at those little belly buttons and nipples. How wonderful. We've been exposing our little girls to the hilt and now it's time to do the same for our little boys. This is exciting. So, you ladies designed these clothes?"

"Yes, yes we did." Andrea smiled.

"We even designed a thong for the boys to play and swim in. The front is made of this mesh, and, of course, the back is completely exposed except for the string riding up their cracks. They hate them, but they'll get used to them." Susan added.

"Oh you mean their little boy parts are exposed?"

"Let's put it this way, there's nothing left to the imagination. Yes, I guess you could say they're pretty much exposed." Susan added.

"I'd love to see their little butts. I'll bet they're cute."

"Well, just hike up their shorts. They're bare underneath." Karen joined the conversation.

With that the old lady grabbed the hem of Steven's shorts and pulled them up exposing the left globe of his backside. He turned red and went to push her hand away as Karen slapped his hand. "Let her look, Steven. Or do I have to take you into the ladies room to get you straightened out?" Karen spoke like a mother. Steven could feel the old bony hand as it lightly traced over the exposed globe.

"Oh it's so firm and smooth. Thank you, honey! You just made an old lady's day." the old lady let the hem fall back into place just barely covering his backside. "Tell me, I'll bet he has a cute little peepee doesn't he?" She continued as she looked to Sharon.

"Yes, he does. Steven, turn around and let her see your 'peepee'." Sharon ordered.

"Ah, Mom, please. We don't even know her." Steven whined as he turned around.

Without so much as a hesitant flinch, the elderly lady again heisted the hem but this time in the front pushing it toward the center. Steven's well stiffened penis flopped as it and his scrotum were now completely exposed. "May I?"

"Sure, go ahead." Sharon nodded.

The old bony fingers of the grandmotherly figure pinched and twisted the glans and then gently massaged his scrotum. "My you are a handsome little specimen."

She was interrupted by the skycap calling, "Next!" while nodding his disapproval of the goings on. Releasing the hem again the shorts fell into place as the old lady began her check-in process.

"Thank you and have a good trip." She called to the now departing entourage.

"You, too!" Karen replied for the group. It was evident the lady's gaze wasn't going to change until the long tanned legs of the little boys were well out of sight.

At the gate the boys were made to sit one after another with their legs spread provided a public viewing of their most 'private' parts. All four were erect with the arousal caused by the exposure. Two little girls sitting across from them pointed and giggled while holding their hands over their mouths. One of them pointed out the show to their mother who also smiled and remarked back to them.

People walking by the gate headed to other areas were often distracted to look over at the boys. Both Sammy's and Steven's penis heads were clearly sticking out from the covering of the leg of their shorts. Sammy started to adjust to hide the tip when he was told by his mother to leave it alone. With that the mother of the little girls nodded her approval of the correction. It was evident they were enjoying the show.

"I hate just sitting and waiting. Don't you just want to get on the plane and get out of here?" Andrea was growing impatient as she spoke to Sharon.

"Just be patient. We'll get there and hopefully we'll leave rich." Sharon replied.

"Yeah, we'll be rich and boys' fashions will dramatically head the way it should have gone in the first place." Susan added. "I'm excited at the prospect of boy's being encouraged to wear less clothing. I for one like the show. I mean we have the potential for changing the world-wide fashion trend to the next best thing to boy nudity. After all, little girls have been there for a long time. We're just over adjusting with our little boys."

"Indeed we are, indeed we are." Sharon agreed. "Look, aren't those two little girls cute? They've been glued to the boys show for the last fifteen minutes. So has their mother."

"Yes, they are cute." Susan agreed.

"You girls can come over and get a closer look if you want to." Susan offered.

With that the girls' mother retorted with a heavy French accent, "They do not speak English, but they are intrigued with the boy's penises. The boys in France are rarely circumcised and that has their attention. Our boys aren't nearly as shy about being naked in front of others as children are in the United States. They accept their bodies much more and aren't allowed to develop modesty like they do here." The woman explained.
"My girls just find the circumcised penises interesting. I explained to them why these boys look different."

"If they'd like a closer look they're welcome to come over and look. If they'd like they can touch too." Susan offered.

"Oh that would be very nice. Are you sure the boys won't mind. The touching I mean?"

"No, they will be very happy to let them examine their parts."

The mother spoke something in French. Again, the two little girls covered their mouths to shield the giggles. The older one who appeared to be nine or ten stood to cautiously approach the boys. She was followed by her younger sister who appeared eight or nine. They approached the boys and stood admiring the older boys' exposed heads. Both Steven and Sammy blushed. Karen entered the picture grabbed the leg of Sammy's shorts and hiked it up further. Taking her index finger she traced over the hardened penis, "Go ahead you can touch it." Jamie not to be out done hiked Steven's shorts, while Shaqueta raised the legs of both twins at the same time. The girls spent a few minutes lightly touching at first and then squeezing the boys' penises. As they did a crowd of commuting adults gathered to watch the exploration. After examining all four, they returned to their seats still giggling and spoke of the experience in their native tongue to their mother. She began explaining some thing to them in French.

The crowd which had gathered dissipated. Two men were overhead saying, "I wish we could get away with that. Imagine hand jobs right in the airport waiting area." Both laughed and moved on down the concourse.

As the flight boarding began the boys rose. It was obvious the waiting area experience was a "stiffening" experience as both had tents from their erections. "Get those things down," Karen ordered in a loud whisper. "It's starting to be embarrassing." The little boys were less noticeable but most certainly were sporting stiffies as well. "I mean it do something to get those back to normal or I'll pull your pants down and whip you right here." All of a sudden Karen was the mother?

"Leave them alone, Karen. They can't wish them down. They'll get soft when they get used to the situation." Susan corrected the pre-teen's order. It was apparent Susan enjoyed watching their stiff penises both from under tents and especially out in the open.

As the women and children boarded the plane they were held up temporarily as some passengers were putting their bags into the overhead compartments. Teddy suddenly yelled, "Hey!" Turning around there was a stewardess who had reached up under his shorts and taken the liberty to pinch his butt cheek. In a maternally protective gesture Marjorie had turned to see what was happening to him and when she became aware of the situation she just smiled at the stewardess.

"I love little boy butts. They're rubbable, pinchable, and spankable," she smiled.

Marjorie just smiled and nodded her agreement.

As the flight progressed the children became tired. Jamie was the first to fall asleep. The younger boys were yawning and trying hard to stay awake. "You know if the boys would sleep better without their clothing on, you can undress them." The stewardess suggested.

"Are you sure there won't be any rules broken, if we do that?" Marjorie double checked.

"No, not at all."

"Boys take off your shorts and shirts. It's time to get some sleep." She ordered her boys to strip. Cautiously Timmy slid his shorts off and his flaccid penis came into view. His mother helped him remove his shirt. Teddy was more hesitant. His penis was erect as he freed it from the confines of the skimpy pair of shorts. His shirt too was removed by his mother. Both boys were told to lie back in their reclined seats and warned about covering their boy parts.

"Why don't you and Steven get your clothes off, too. You'd be more comfortable." Susan asked.

"Nah, that's okay. I'm comfortable." Steven replied.

"Yeah, me too!" Sammy added.

As the transatlantic flight progressed the two older boys fought the desire to doze off. "Hey, Sammy, we gotta stay awake or our moms will make us strip like the twins," Steven whispered. "Everybody on the plane will be looking at our things."

"Yeah, look at Teddy he's lying there with his legs spread apart and showing off all his stuff. Good thing he's asleep or he'd really be embarrassed." Sammy pointed out.

"They're little kids. They don't care. Haven't you noticed? They walk around naked all the time and they don't get as many boners as we do." Steven whispered back.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Karen interrupted the whispering from the seat behind them.

Sammy knelt in his seat and looked over at her, "Oh, nothing. We're just wondering what it's going to be like in France." Then twisting and dropping back into his seat he whispered to his seat mate, "Bitch". Both boys grinned.

In Paris there was a man in a dark suit standing at the escalators to the baggage claim with "Strings and Sacks" penned in magic marker on a white cardboard sign.

"Hi, we're with Strings and Sacks." Sharon remarked.

"I have been sent by Donny Milfinger's people to transport you to the hotel," the man explained with a heavy French accent. "May I have your baggage claim tickets?"

Handing him the tickets he transferred them to a waiting skycap and escorted the entourage to his waiting limo.

"Oh my God, I've never ridden in a stretch limo before," Marjorie announced as she entered the opened door. "You sure there's enough room for all of us?"

"No, Madam, there's another right behind you. "Oh my, my, my. Boys get in here!" She called to Teddy and Timmy.

"Jamie, why don't you ride with Marjorie and the boys and help her keep them straight?" Andrea suggested. "I'll tell you what, why don't all three of you girls ride with them. The rest of us will ride in this one back here." She pointed toward the second limo. The older boys were ushered into the second limo followed by Andrea and their mothers. They were off to the hotel.

As the second limo pulled up, Marjorie the girls and Teddy and Timmy were already unloaded and the luggage was being moved by the bellhop. The little boys were not attracting many noticeable looks from passersby. Though their shorts were so short the bottom of their ass cheeks were definitely visible, such attire on little boys wasn't remarkable in the French capital. As the chauffer opened the door for the older boys and mothers, Sammy and Steven's legs were spread wide showing their penises and scrotums plainly. Sammy was sporting a hard-on. Susan noticing this, said, "Okay boys, out you go. Oh and Sammy, lift the front of one of your shorts and let that thing poke out until it goes soft. Let's let everyone in Paris have a look at that little head of yours. After all, I think it's hard because it's happy with the new look and wants to show it off."

"Oh, Moommmm. These people don't even know me. Please don't make me show them."

"That's the point, Sammy, they don't know you. So, why are you so afraid to let them see your little penis?"

"Because, it's private! I don't want everyone outside and in the hotel to see it."

"You little boys don't have anything that's private. I thought you'd have picked up on that by now. The people of the world have seen your dick and balls already in the magazine. Showing them the real thing is your responsibility as a 'celebrity'. Now don't argue with me again or I'll take the shorts and you can walk out naked. Then the world would see it all. Matter of fact that sounds like a winner to me?" She assumed a fake pensive look as she waited for her son to move. As he left the limo, Sammy pushed the left leg of his shorts up so the hem rested on the shaft of his erect member. As people passed, his erection got momentary glances. To a person, it brought a quick smile to their faces as they continued on their way.

"Oh how cute," Andrea commented on Sammy's condition. "Let's go in a have a look around the hotel shall we?"

As they approached the front desk, a voice with a Germanic accent said, "You must be the ladies from America."

"Why, yes, we are." Sharon acknowledged.

"I'm Donny Milfinger. Welcome!"

As the children continued to stare around with their mouths agape at the massive hotel lobby, their mothers began the introductions. Completely unaware of their names being spoken Sammy and Steven continued to stare at the high ceilings and chandeliers.

Suddenly Sammy felt a touch to his still hard member. He bolted with the unexpected intrusion. "Oh this is sweet, may I?" The accented request was aimed at Susan.

"Why, certainly Mr. Milfinger, feel all you want." As he had been trained by the now smiling Karen, Sammy put his hands behind his back as the weird older male played with his penis and firm little bag. "Oh this is so cute. He is cut too and I don't see many like that."

"Yes, I had that done just last month. We all got to watch." Susan bragged.

"How educational. Girls, did you enjoy watching, Sammy is it?" after the acknowledging nod from Karen, "Get his little boy thing stripped of that nasty old foreskin?"

Jamie spoke right up, "Yeah. And his Mom has it in his baby book at home."

"That's sentimental," he continued twirling the brown glans between his finger and thumb. "I'd like to have some time with each of these little boys sometime during the next few days. You know just to examine them."

"How would you like to have them for the day tomorrow while we girls go out and sightsee and shop. We can send them to you in our thongs so you can see the product. They're easy to remove and the four of them could just run around nude in your suite for the rest of the day. You could take them to the hotel pool nude or in thongs, it'd be up to you." Sharon offered with the positive acknowledgement of Susan and Marjorie.

"I can leave the strap so he can whip them if they need it, too." Karen offered.
Prissing the designer replied, "Oh no young lady, I want to play I don't want to hurt. Well, unless some of my exploration and play introduces some new type of discomfort. But I do want to get to know them well, all of them. Are they all cut?"

Marjorie field that question, "Yes, all four are circumcised."

"May I use them like lollipops if I'm so driven?"

This guy was getting creepy to Steven was now more interested in the current discussion than in the ceiling of the lobby. His face had a frightened look as he cast glances to his mother and the other adult women. Somewhat surprised at his forwardness, Marjorie continued, "Of course, you can lick or suck whatever you like. But we'd ask that you not, you know…" she glanced toward the man's crotch and then Teddy's bottom.

"Oh, no. No! I wouldn't even think of it. They are too young for that. Well, maybe the little ones are…"

"No, please. Play all you want, but don't," leaning forward Sharon whispered, "fuck them." Then in an audible voice she added, "let's just say, we'd like you to keep your pants on. Take theirs' off, touch and stimulate all you want."

"Oh, I had so hoped to know them very well. But we can build our friendship. When would you be able to send them to visit?"

"How about, tomorrow at nine. We'll be gone all day. That should give you time to get to know them." Andrea concluded the negotiations.

"Yes, send them in those luscious thongs you have made. The mesh ones. All four in the mesh thongs. That'll be good. Send those matching tops too, but have them carry them. These two boys," he put his arms around Steven on one side and Sammy on the other and continued, "these two are solid. Nice looking legs well, pronounced muscle structure, cute butts and I'll bet have nice little abs to boot. They're so tan."

"Yeah, and no tan lines!" Karen added with a proud smile. Her remark was followed by a wink from the forty something man.

"Well you get checked in and I will see you tomorrow." Donny continued followed by a pinch on Steven's ass. Then he headed toward the doors looking back frequently at the beauty of the boys' legs and Sammy's still erect phallus.

Making sure the entourage accompanying the weird man was clear, the girls were entertained by staring around the lobby, and the other women save Susan were out of earshot, Steven quietly implored, "Mom, please don't make us go stay with that guy. He's weird. Mom, please."

"Steven, Honey, he's not going to hurt you. He just wants to get to know you better." His mother tried to reassure him.

"But he's a man. He's a queer, Mom. Letting the girls and you guys feel us is one thing but having a man feel us isn't a good idea, Mom."

"Steven, what's the difference. He's just going to feel and play."

"Yeah, but he's a guy."

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't you and Sammy spend about an hour sucking and licking Timmy and Teddy's little penises the other day? Didn't you two lick their butt holes? I think you did. Does that make you 'weird' or 'queer'?"

"Mom, that's because Karen was whipping us if we didn't. It hurt. We did it just to make her stop."

"Well, it was good practice. You will entertain Mr. Milfinger tomorrow and you'd better do whatever he tells you. End of story. Understand?" Sharon had a very serious look on her face to emphasize her words.

Half whispering, but still loud enough to be heard by Susan and Sammy, Steven continued, "Yes. But what if he puts his you know what in my butt? They say that's what queers do."

Overhearing the conversation Sammy added, "Yeah. That's what they say those guys do."

"Listen, both of you, he won't. But if he does, you just do what you're told. Just stop this discussion, right now. Think about something else." Sharon replied as Susan overhearing the interchange just smiled in support. "Take the little boys and the four of you go sit on that couch over there. Remember, legs wide apart." Each of the bigger boys took the hands of their younger counterparts and took them to the couch.

"I don't mind if he fucks Sammy. I think it'd be kind of interesting. Don't you? I mean wouldn't you like to watch that?" Susan said to Sharon under her breath. "I mean how much worse than the bottle brushes could that be?"

"Susan! We'll talk about this later. What's wrong with you?" Sharon was half surprised at her friend's willingness to share her son so intimately with a grown male stranger even if he was paying for their trip.

"Nothing, I'm just saying…."

"Not here, Susan. Let's wait to discuss this somewhere else." Sharon cautioned as if she was talking to one of the children.

The boys were getting more and more attention from the passing guests. Quick glances were often followed by a little longer stare and a smile. There wasn't any sign of disgust or disapproval from anyone. The four women stood at the counter while the desk clerk arranged adjoining rooms. "I hope our boys aren't too distracting to the other guests." Andrea offered to the clerk.

They young woman glanced at the boys who were sitting in such a fashion as to leave nothing to the imagination. "No, no, this is France. Little boys' bodies are not looked upon as dirty. They're considered cute and complete nudity is often seen in fountains, beaches and parks all over Europe. It is just the Americans and the British who seem to have problems with little boy nudity, we don't. I must say the four of them are adorable." The clerk smiled and went back to room selection.

After giving the keys to the four adjoining rooms, Susan mentioned to Andrea, "Sharon and I are going to that little café across the street for a minute. Would you mind taking the kids up with you?"

"Well, why don't you wait and we can all join you?"

"We have something we need to discuss. Please, we won't be long. Later we can all go somewhere." Susan petitioned.

"Well, okay, but please make it short. We've got a lot of planning to do. I'll have Karen dress them in their thongs and take them to the pool."

"Great idea. We'll only be an hour or so."

Sharon began talking as they crossed the street, "I can't believe you. If this is about pimping out my son, it doesn't need to go any further. No!"

"Pimping them out? Pimping them out? What the hell do you call letting him play with their penises, balls, and anuses? Shit they've already been pimped out. This is about ground rules. Wouldn't you get horny watching him shove his dick up Steven's ass? Come on now, be honest, wouldn't you?"

"No, I wouldn't. It's disgusting."

"Sharon, it's not like we don't let the girls do whatever they want to them. What's the difference—a bottle brush or a dick?"

"Plenty," they continued as the dodged the traffic, "one's an inanimate thing and the other shoots cum up their asses. One we can control and the other we allow him to control. One is not necessarily teaching an alternative life style and the other is. Should I go on?"

"Look, just let him have at it once if he'll allow us to watch."

"I'm not going to do that to Steven. Besides, if Dave ever found out about it, he'd divorce me and take Steven to boot. You know how hard it was to convince him to make his son walk around on display? Do you have any idea? Now, you want me to have to explain having the boy anally penetrated by the dick of a complete stranger. What if the guy has AIDS or something? NO!!!! I will not allow him to do that to Steven. He can play within limits, but fucking the boy is out of the question."

"I never thought about AIDS. You've got a point there. I mean guys like Milfinger get around to some pretty seedy places, I'd bet."

"Okay is this settled?"

"He can suck them, right?"

"I don't have a problem with that. I just don't want him depositing his cum, through a bloody mess, into my son's ass hole. It isn't going to happen. Let him suck and lick to his hearts content, but no anal stuff. Now, can we put this to rest."

"Yeah, but it still makes me hot to imagine Sammy, or Steven, lying nude at the edge of a table a nude man standing with his erect penis at anal level. The boy's legs are drawn up, he has a frightened look on his face, tears in his eyes, and the tip of that erect adult dick pressing against his trap door while the strong male's hands hold the boy's thighs in place. That big penis pushing harder and harder as it makes its way in. Sammy screaming in pain every inch as it slowly penetrates him. Then the rhythmic pumping of a man's hips as his ass cheeks dimple and release with each stroke, and Sammy eventually adjusting and accepting the action and getting his own hips in a complementary rhythm. The boy's groans become less and less from pain and more and more from pleasure. The pumping continues. The heavy breathing of both permeates the room. Over and over the man's butt tenses and relaxes as he withdraws and thrusts. Then the final thrust as the payload is released. The man's grip on the boy's legs tenses as he slaps the boy's body tighter and tighter into his groin. The muscles in Milfinger's legs are tight. He's on his toes as he shoots again and again. Sammy's face illustrates the pleasure of the moment. His eyes are closed. His mouth is opened. His little dick is still hard as a rock from the massage his prostate just underwent. The pleasurable groans of both fill the air. Oh shit, I'm going to have an orgasm right here at the table, if I don't stop."

"Susan you're one sick woman."

"Yeah, well if I play that scene one more time in my mind, Sammy may be in trouble. You know, I've heard you can even see the rippling in the boy's abdomen as the penis does it's in and out thing."

"You're disgusting, Susan. You're a mother too! All I can say is Steven certainly won't be involved in satisfying your fantasy."

"I don't have a Dave to worry about so Sammy still might."

"It's not just Dave. What about the boys' mental health? Not to mention the physical health. Remember AIDS? Too much can happen to them as well. It isn't just about us. You do what you want, but keep Steven out of it."

"Yeah, but you gotta admit. It'd be arousing. It'd be an image you could masturbate to over and over again. Wouldn't it? Now, wouldn't it? Imagine we could let the girls watch and that would give them masturbation material for a lifetime. I'll bet that JR guy would film it. Reckon he's here for the show?"

"Enough, Susan, enough! Why does everything have to be about getting you sexually aroused? We're here about fashion, not about sex."

"Oh come on, Sharon. Fashion my ass. We're here because four thirtyish women want to make their little boys show off their stuff. We're here to teach our boys humility and obedience and proudly put them on display. We're here because we want sell the world on exposing their little boys for our viewing pleasure. Even at home, we allow the boys to be used anyway the girls want, and if that isn't about sex…"

"Well, I guess. But let's not forget, we hope to get rich in the process. Not to mention seeing and touching isn't fucking."

"Shit, Susan, we're giving the boys to that man to play with for a whole day. I mean he's going to be stripping them nude and you know they won't wear a thing all day. He's going to be fondling and sucking and licking, but that isn't about sex? Come on, girl! And, if it isn't about sex, why do the boys get hard-ons when we make them display themselves to other people? Even Timmy and Teddy sprout erections most of the time."

"I think the more they do expose themselves the less it will give them stiffies. The more common boy penises, scrotums and asses become the less it will arouse them. Remember what the clerk said about European attitudes? I'll bet the boys here are less likely to be erect when naked in public than ours are. So is it sex or a psychological thing? You know we could say we're building self-assurance in them. We're sending the message their bodies are okay."

"Sharon, I doooonnnn't know. You're getting too deep for me. I just know I'd love to watch Sammy get it up his ass—just once. Do you think the feelings are something like what a woman feels?"

"I don't know. How in the hell would I know that?" Sharon was getting perturbed at the line of discussion.

"Just wondering."

"Yeah, well I guess we'll never know. How could we? There's absolutely no way to compare, but I'd imagine not. I'd imagine the penis stimulates the prostate the same way it does the clit. I'm not sure the same sensitivity is at play. But I don't know. I've got to stop this line of thinking. Let's change the subject. I'm getting pissed off just thinking I allowed myself to get involved in this discussion." Sharon waved her friend off with her hand to accentuate her disgust.

"But you made some good points. Okay we can change the subject."

"Let's head back to the hotel. I'm tired and I need some rest." Sharon responded with a yawn.