Dorothy Chester was watching again from her seat, in the shed. What a sight. Jonathan was facing her, standing about six feet away. His shorts were down around his ankles and a singular object was pointing out from him, up, hard and proud. 'Gosh,' she heard herself murmur at the sight. A firm, thick, perky, fresh, penis, was pointing directly at her. "Young and yummy,” she whispered to herself. Its dark mushroomed head al...