Even bigger inside me.I know it's coming. He's going to cum inside my ass. I can feel it. He pulls me close, so close. I snake my arms around him, pul...ing him against me. I don't want him to get away. I want to feel him. I need to feel him.I feel him pulsing, twitching. And then... it's like there is pure heat flowing into me. It's filling me up. Where I need it most. He groans as he cums inside my ass, and I moan with him. He stays inside me for a while, rocking against me, his cock shifting. He wore white briefs (of course!), the y-fronts distended with his erection. Holy shit—he was big! I grasped his hard shaft through the material of his underwear and was rewarded by hearing him moan and feeling his legs quiver. There was a wet spot where the head of his cock strained against his briefs, and I leaned forward and mouthed at it with my lips. Again, he moaned, more urgently, and I slowly pulled the elastic of his underwear down, carefully to let it catch on the head of his cock. I. Part of me hopes that they found his stories, and deleted them. I know it’s wrong to feel this way, but I don’t know if I can go through them.Everything may seem like it’ll be easy to do, but I don’t know if I can. Face his wife, and tell her I let him die? Edit stories that I will see him behind every word? Okay, Prick, I’ve got to go now. Hopefully Anderson won’t razz you too badly tonight. I look forward to burning this thing when we get back tomorrow. Michael Barton* *. Anything but white. Sort of Henry Ford in reverse.”“Now you’ve lost me. What do you mean?”“Don’t you know that story? Apparently, when Ford started mass production, he was asked what colours he was offering and said ‘any as long as it’s black.’”“Ah. Right. Ok so. Age? young, old, middle-aged?”My pussy was now sopping wet with this idea. I wished that perhaps it wouldn’t be a fantasy. “Not old. Not really young either. I’d want someone who knew what they were doing but with plenty of stamina.