Dropping the blanket back over his wilting organ, she gathered up her things and flounced off. Peter stared disconsolately at the diminishing bulge. I... Abigail didn’t come back, he feared that his bollocks might swell up and explode. ~~~~~~Fortunately, the next morning Abigail was back with her cloths, water and ointment, although she still looked cross. Wordlessly, she changed his dressings, but inside she was trying not to smile at how miserable Peter looked.At last he could hold it in no. His glans glistened with precum. I leaned in to him, put my left hand around the base of his cock and sucked his tool in to my mouth and throat. Nine inches, almost completely erect and thick to the point where I had to open my mouth and lean in to him to get the right angle to get his cock head in to my throat. As I eased him back out I worked the underside of his cock with my tongue and let the glans come to my lips before once again bringing him back in to my mouth and throat. I felt his. “And I think I’m still feeling the dazed leftovers of that even now!”“Well, I missed you a lot too, but I actually did have a great time here. The computer thing I’m doing at the shelter is as good as getting high, for me.”I gave her an appreciative look. “Really?”“Yeah ... And no dazed leftovers the next day! What I’m doing is kind of basic, with these posters, you know. But after seeing what Gwen’s guy made for our album, and now seeing how it actually is done, I’m really digging it.”“Tell me. It’s just that my wife and I divorced a few years ago and this summer Amelia was mine to take care of. Shit!I had to laugh about it to myself. It was either that or I would cry out loud. With the vasectomy my wife took my power to reproduce. In my divorce she got my balls, the house, half of everything I had, and seventeen percent of my earnings for child support until Amelia becomes twenty-one. Now if Amelia is pregnant she’ll have my ass too. That fucking bitch!Obviously the first thing we.