“Holy shit!” she squealed. “You’re so fucking big!”I looked down and saw only the tip squeezed inside her tight pussy. “You can take more?...�� I laughed.She looked down and rubbed the outsides of her swollen vulva. “Go slow,” she moaned.My cock was throbbing harder than it’s ever throbbed before, but I managed to slide the rest of my oozing head into her twitching cunt. She moaned as my bulbous tip stretched her tight hole, soaking her silky walls with precum the deeper I pushed. Her lustrous grip. " That's what we must believe."Kevin quickly checked his phone as soon as the plane landed. Jane's message said that the doctor was planning to let Laura come out of the coma starting the next day. Specialists had talked with her and Paul and they were more optimistic.While waiting for the luggage, Kevin called Jane. She told him that nothing significant had changed. Several of Laura's friends had been to visit her and they had been big help to Paul.Their luggage arrived in baggage claim and 30. And no kid of my own.Of course, I did have my Sarah, which was kind of a faux-kid, I guess. I mean I could kinda pretend. But, in the end, nada.I wondered if the back stabber would be around like my faux-kid had predicted. And if she did come around what difference would that make. Well, again, not a damn bit because I did not tust her—at all!And, of course, there was Anna, a much better person, but by no means the looker that my ex was. And, did that make any difference. I had convinced myself. We were awkward with each other for a few days but soon she eased up a lot in front of me and we got into talking. She was the one to initiate the very first conversations we had about the most mundane stuff and gradually it started becoming more and more personal.I guess it was because of her staying alone all day with no one to talk too much that she sucked up to me so much the moment I got back home. She would speak to me in a very cordial manner and often behave a little childish and coy on.