Mine is a little bigger

Sometimes we would take a bubble bath together. He would obediently lick my nipples while I stroked his cock. We would take turns with the scroungy as we bathed and washed each other clean. And the we would dry each other off, sharing the same towel so that our scents would be together. And I would sit at the foot of the bed with him on his knees before me. And with his face urgently between my legs. Sending sensations that I never knew I could feel. The steadily mounting joy builds like a crescendo of glorious music, until I finally spasm and gush on his face. Both of us weakened, he rises from his knees to kiss me. But I push his face away. "No," I say. "Lie down. I'll be right back." I go into the bathroom. The place where I had been hiding it from him. I took it out of the drawer. I sat down on the toilet and stepped into the harness. And then I slipped the penis on. A big flesh colored, realistic looking penis with veins. A big penis. It bobbed up and down and swayed back and forth as I moved. I walked out of the bathroom proudly and stood there in front of him with my hands on my hips. "So what do you think?" I said. He muttered something that wasn't very intelligent like "Umm." But his cock was hard and he was stroking it. "Mine is a little bigger," I said. "Suck it."