Tyler hands the dildo back to her, stands up for a picture—during which, the woman grabs his ass—and then she walks off. As soon as he sits back down, I lean over to him. “You know,” I whisper as the next person walks toward the table. “You just held something that woman has had inside her quivering vagina.” He swallows and exhales. “Did you have to say quivering?” “Yep. Quivering wet folds.” He gags a little, then smiles as the next woman hands him her replica of little Johnny.
