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then as he brushed past me as if nothing much had happened, I stared with disgust into his pale sad eyes. I wiped off his cold slime with a hot washcloth and got all dressed up in my exercise outfit. With that sweaty fore-headed lump preparing to nap out on me, I decided to work off all that passion on my old exercise bike downstairs! The seat was loose and its cover was badly cracked so I put the gel seat pad from my mountain bike over it. It still wiggled back and forth a bit but was really comfy. I set its timer for a ten-minute sprint but after a few minutes, the seat began to wobble about. I bounced down hard with all my weight then twisted back and forth, hoping to tighten up the seat so I could continue. It crunched terribly, then suddenly made a cracking noise and abruptly dropped down an inch or so! I felt something push up under me but the seat didnt feel as loose anymore so I continued pumping. When the bell rang after the ten minutes was up, I got off, all red-faced and excited and examined the seat. The gel pad was all shiny wet along the newly formed hump. I felt down and found my stretchy bicycle shorts were equally soaked with my vaginal juice from all that rubbing. I peeled off the gel pad to see what had caused the hump. It seemed the seat post had broken right through the brittle old saddle and was sticking up through the middle of it. I pushed on the front of the seat when suddenly it let go. It slid down the post, crashing right down onto the bikes frame. I looked at the shiny chrome post poking at least six or seven inches through the seat and thanked my lucky stars that I hadnt leaned ahead while riding. That hard steel pipe would have been a lot more thrill than I was ready for! My devious little mind whirred as I ran my fingers up and down the cold hard post. A light bulb lit up in my brain and I was up the stairs to our bedroom as quick as a flash. I skipped back down the stairs, gleefully clutching Dougs evil penis enhancing condom. I slipped it down over the post but it just flopped around loosely on the thin pipe. Reason told me that if it were padded somehow, it would fill out the condom and would feel softer and warmer to the touch. I looked around Dougs workshop and there, covering the pipes coming out the top of the hot water heater were lengths of dark gray foam pipe insulation. The exercise bikes seat post wasnt much thicker than the water pipes so I peeled a chunk off. I trimmed it to the right length with scissors, wrapped it around the post and rolled the condom down it. Oh my, it was a sight to behold,



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