Ferro couldn't stop drooling over it, and then Dee was attached to one at the, er, hip; so when Mark Logan strutted into my office with another delicious Doc Johnson Ultra-Realistic, it really was the last straw.  Bedraggled and despondent, I got myself out to the toy box in the warehouse, where goodies wait to be gobbled up by us goody-hungry geeks for review.  Certainly all the Ultra-Realistics had been claimed.  I was too late.

In despair, I approached the box.  The walk could have been no worse than the death march down a creaky shambles of a staircase to face a skinny Christmas tree on an even thinner Christmas morning in some destitute mining community, knowing (with a comparable rock in the throat) all anyone might have managed for you would be that single lump of coal.

But like the mythical, coveted Red Rider BB Gun, there she was.

The Jenteal Ultra-Realistic rends the real thing a faint and unimportant memory - and let that serve as an enticement and a warning.  I love to feel her downy blond pubes, and wiggle her erect, pink clit, stroking her amazing, creamy, spread-wide thighs.  The anus is tight and puckered, and the pussy is dreamy, if dry (that must be why she comes with lube!).  Tod and Mark like to keep their Realistics in plain sight, but I find that much too distracting.  So Jenteal waits in the dark of my... drawers, and I cop a furtive feel when things start to get bad (plus, when somebody walks in on me, it's so much less embarrassing to yank my hand out of my desk rather than my pants).  This is, without a doubt, one of the best toys Doc Johnson has ever, ever made.