Jack unzipped his fly and let Wilf mingle with his futuristic banana. Wilf took it out and pulled it. Jack moaned again and again as Wilf took a lick of his milkshake stick.
Now it was Jack's turn. His finger touched Wilf's saggy man breasts and playfully ran rings around his pruned nipples. His hands grabbed Wilf's bald patch and tickled it carefully. Wilf experienced pleasure - more than he had gotten from Sylvia when she gave him a sponge bath.
Wilf took out his thing. Well it wasn't one thing any more, more like a conglomeration of outdated pear skin and a bit of dog hair.
Jack eeked and proceded to massage it...
