I love having it up my arse. I love seeing and tasting the cum that comes out of it. All cocks are good but as the last 18 months have gone on, size h...s become more important.There are probably two reasons for that – the big cocks make the sex feel more like pornography (and a cock pig wants to feel like he is a slut in a porno film); and as time has passed my arse has stretched to the point where it needs at least an 8” cock to get some degree of satisfaction.It is a sad fact of life that if. ..I don't know why I've written this.After all these years it is unlikely that anyone will ever read it.Perhaps I write to reconcile myself.... Whatever the reason, this is my story.It is written a while after the events I speak of, but I will try to keep it as close to what actually happened as I can.I will also try to speak the truth, even if it makes you despise me, for I won't lie, I have made many bad choices, only some of which I regret.Time is short and getting shorter by the second, so. How about it, babe? A triple, polygamous wedding, even though not legally binding, would be the stuff of legend in this county. Two brides coming to claim their bridegroom, a double bachelorette night, a bachelor party for you, maybe a hall pass for each of us that night, of course, given how wild it will be. You get the idea. The future. What we want to do with our lives together, that sort of thing. Should it be a church wedding, that kinda stuff,” Deanna suggested, making herself and Summer. That was the Dee I knew. Always trying to get me to accomplish something on the weekends. Well, since I was trying to get back into her good graces, I decided to start cleaning out the attic. The house we lived in I had inherited from my grandfather on my mother’s side. He died shortly after Dee and I married and left me his house. The house was about a mile outside of the city and was located on twenty-five acres of wooded land. In the middle of the woods, a few hundred yards behind the house,.