A Married Marilyn

Marilyn, pulling her bra and shirt back down and re- buckling her seatbelt, turned to Diana and said, "Uhuh. In fact, one of the reasons I'm going well with the shemale modeling thing is that I'm probably one of the most people you ever met."

"Bull! Shit!" Diana screamed out. "Lemme see it then."

"OK," Marilyn softly replied. She calmly unzipped her jeans, pulled aside her plain white cotton panties, lifted herself off the seat slightly and pulled out her limp dick, letting it lay on top of her jeans. "There you go."

Diana gasped in shock when she saw Marilyn's member and screamed out, "Oh SHIT!" She nearly swerved in reaction to what she saw, not believing it and believing it at the same time. "Hold up! Let me pull this car over!"

She managed to get herself over onto the shoulder in the Massachusetts countryside, then turned on the roof light in the car so she could better see what was in Marilyn's lap. "Oh my God," Diana exclaimed while her eyes devoured the dick between Marilyn's legs. "That thing there is a monster! That's bigger that 90% of the guys I've ever fucked…and it ain't even hard! How big is that thing?"

"Well, it's about 8 inches when I'm limp, and a little less than 13 when I'm hard," Marilyn calmly answered.

"Ooh, I gotta get that dick hard," Diana said to no one in particular while brushing a strand of auburn hair out of her face. "Hey girls back there! Mind if I take a few minutes to get this girl hard?"

Both girls back there shook their heads in the negative. "Nah, I don't mind. Take your time. I'm curious about this myself," Carla added.

Diana lifted herself up a bit and hiked up her knee- length skirt, exposing her pussy which was nude save for a small strip above her lips dyed honey blonde against her caramel skin. She moved across the tight space in the car and straddled Marilyn's lap with her hips, her silicone enhanced mammaries brushing across Marilyn's breasts.