A large woman in orthopedic shoes and sweatpants excitedly heaved herself up the porch steps, stopping to examine the dummy on the third step. She stooped to squeeze the dummy’s arm, and let out an amused “huh”; impressed by the craftsmanship of the lifelike dummy. Holding onto the railing, she pulled herself back up and proceeded to the door, carelessly stopping with her hefty right foot on my hand. She took a deep breath, transferred her weight to her right leg, and rang the doorbell. I wanted to cry out in pain, or pleasure, but I fought to keep it in. Joe answered the door, and she shuffled to the right, readjusting her footing – one foot now firmly planted on my chest, and the other casually placed next to my shoulder. She began to speak, and I soon recognized the nervous flirtations of our next-door neighbor, Caryn.
Caryn, a middle-aged paramedic, took every opportunity to interact with Joe (as did many others). This time she decided to engage him with compliments on his decorations. “I couldn’t believe my eyes when I pulled into my driveway!” she declared. She enthusiastically stomped her foot on my chest as she explained, “This stuff looks so real”. I felt her overweight leg pound on my breastbone. My body wasn’t built to support so much weight. My teeth began to ache as I clenched my jaw harder, and my groin throbbed as my cock grew hard once again.
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