I picked it up and instantly felt disgusted, it was sticky and covered with loads of dried cum. He must of been masterbating into it ever since i move... in atleast a month ago and it absolutly stunk!. I just dropped it and got out of there feeling humiliated and wanting to move straight out.I went back into my room and tried to fall asleep and blur it out my mind as i knew money was so tight, i would never be able to afford a place of my own. A few hours later, around 2am in the morning, i heard. I dont know exactly how fat my cock is but my ex used to wrap a dollar bill around it and only the edges touched.She would say it was going to be her money maker and teas me saying she was going to put me on the corner for all the rich people to have fun with. Women have always said it was real fat. But I have always thought they were full of shit. But the nite wore on and then it was closing time and it was just me and him out in the parking lot talking next to our vehicals. Well he said. I. "I glanced up just in time to see Karen turning, heading back down the hallway. How long she'd been standing there watching all this, I had no idea. But I was curious if she'd say anything to me regarding it, I had once ... long ago, teased her flirtatiously in a similar way, though she'd never quite let me take it that far. It was one of those silly unplanned moments, but I had often wondered. Taking a swig from my nearly empty bottle of beer, I thought briefly about taking out the last one,. Somewhere he heard the prayer-chant of a young woman. He saw the ground, some 20 yards away from him, menacing and dark, ready to snap him up into oblivion. He closed his eyes in terror, not wishing to see his end. Images floated through his mind. They say that you have the strangest thoughts when you are near death. Jester guessed it must be so, for under normal circumstances, he’d be hallucinating. In his mind he saw his life, and the lives of those he’d touched. He saw his mother, his.