He tries as much as possible to ignore them but fails. Their conversation intrudes into his thoughts. He curses them for ruining his afternoon. ‘Who...es should not be allowed to visit this historic restaurant,’ he says to himself as he finally gets up to leave. ‘The city council needs to pass an ordinance to prohibit whores from eating in my favorite restaurant.’ Putting the two women behind him, he walks though Jackson Square. He pauses in front of the statue of the famous general. He looks. ”“You did this to yourself?”I just nodded.“Why?”“Please don’t be mad. I had to use your computer for my paper because mine was broken. And then I found your pictures. I tried not to look at them but I couldn’t help myself. And then, I wanted to try it, but I didn’t want to try it. But then I did,” I babbled. “I found some instructions and followed then. I couldn’t tie my hands behind my back and I wanted to so much. Then I found the handcuffs and put them on. But I couldn’t find the key! And. The picture showed Nancy sitting in a chair. I was pulling my cock out of her. I remembered now, that I had heard a click when I that had happened. My cum was dribbling out of her and someone had written, 'insert here', and I wiped my eyes, and turned the page and it was the same picture as before, but instead of 'insert here, ' it said, 'Nine months to go.'I smiled at the picture and kissed it, right on her belly. I must have sat there looking at the pictures for several hours, before I. I tell you "see that effect." You look up at me and smile and say "Aww, sweetie I never get tired of seeing your cute little penis. He's always so hard and excited to see me." "You're sure you don't mind the size of my cock?" I ask, knowing that after all these years and it being the only one you have ever had, that it is enough for you. "Penis, sweetie. When it's this little it's just a penis, Dylan, the huge muscular guy at the gym, who asked if I was single this morning, has a cock, you have.