I was squeezing my nipples while he worked on my pussy. I was rocking my hips and knew I was going to squirt any minute. I was right there on the edge...and he suddenly stopped. He told me to get my fat ass dressed and he would let me cum later.He picked out on of my thin orange cotton tops and told me to put it on without a bra. The neckline plunged on this one and I normally wear a bra when I go in public. My cleavage was showing a lot and my tits were hanging low. He told me to bend over. When. With no races to train for, I could just run easily and let my mood, my thoughts and the music on my iPod dictate the pace.After the run, I went home to a hearty breakfast and several chores around the house. Usually those chores included checking on my Mustang that was snugly ensconced in her heated Garage under a car cover. God, I loved that car.Anyway, following that, I spent the day with football and NASCAR on my 72" flatscreen.I was done with my shower and my breakfast. I was just settling. No lie can change it, it's immune to cynicism, and it certainly doesn't give much of a shit what anyone thinks of it.It is what it is.With that being said, let me begin the first truth:I am David.(the truth begins like all truths,...simple enough)Born in 1969, in the Denver General Hospital to Gary, and Mary at Nine Thirty three PM on November 23rd.When mom's water broke, and the contractions had begun Dad was already tipsy.Mom says dad had to stop on the way for cigs, and got so caught up in. How humiliating. She was edgingcloser with the syringe. I put my face in the bowl and got a mouthful.It was horrible. Cold meat and jelly. I couldn't even tell what meat itwas supposed to be. I borked a couple of times but managed to swallow.The alternative was worse. I managed another. And another until there wasbarely anything left in the bowl. I looked at Melody expectantly."I can still see some in there Belle. We don't want waste, do we?"I went on to lick the bowl clean. Melody then said I.