When I got home Lindsey texted me. Lindsey :thanks for answering my dads texts last night: Me :it’s no trouble, did you talk?: Lindsey : just a litt...e, He is to involved with work now I don’t think he cares anymore:Me :that’s great. I have something for you next time we get together:Lindsey: (roster emoji) ?I just laughed. I got home and went into Jakes room, grabbed his remote for the gate to the rear of the house and put it with the key I had made. Then my house phone rang, it was my ex. Cucky ! Did you like the tast of Sirs real Man cum"?"im sorry Goddess, no" Goddess laughed out loud at me !"Never mind cucky, you'll get used to it, you'll have to " !I shivered inwardly at the thought that I was going to be eating Sirs cum enough to become used to it."In fact I intend to see to it that you crave it, that you want Sirs cum in your dirty little cucky face hole"Goddess pulled the face mask back into place and ordered me to lay on my back in front of the couch.I lay there, arms by. I'd beat off. One day, in mid-summer, my girlfriend decided to do some ironing while I watched some kind of sporting event on TV. Which was fine. What wasn't was the fact she was wearing an old white tank top that seemed several sizes too small. And to top that off, she was ironing without any bra. I tried to watch my game, but my eyes kept going back to her firm C cups gently swaying back and forth as she ran that old iron gently back and forth. And so my eyes kept going back and forth. Did I. Obviously, he wasn't hitting his dictionary very often."A correlation is a relation, a connection. The myth states that the bigger the shoes, the bigger the cock. I don't know if it's actually true, but that's what I've heard."Jeremy sat thinking for a moment and then stood up to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans."Well," he said, "why don't you tell me?"With that, he pulled down his pants and underwear to his thighs. Out popped his cock surrounded by a bush of brown pubic hair. His cock.