Uske badh unhone shadi kiye.Prateek ko accha khasa job mil gaya tha,dono kolkata shift ho gaye the.Ek saal ke ander lake town mei 3bhk flat kharid liy... tha.Bohut mahenti tha prateek,careeristic & ambitious tha bohut.Priya bhi bohut well educated the,use dusri saher mei job mili the isliye wo kar nehi paye.Shadi ke badh sabkuch thikthak chal raha tha.Pad jitna din guzra prateek ka focus shift hone laga,wo kam mei bohut jyada dhiyan dene laga rather than his wife.Saradin office ke kam mei busy. "Shut the fuck up and eat your goddamn dick bacon!" my dad shouted, quite hilariously. My dads name was John. John Webb. I hated him so much. I left the house without even touching my penis again, or the bacon for that matter.I hopped on the school bus and the moment I got on, the bus driver pantsed me and my soft penis fell right out. Everyone saw my soft penis meat, but nobody laughed. Everyone just stared with glazed eyes. I realized they were all smoking marijuana cigarettes. Pants still. She got up, went to the closet, and reached up for her "toybox." She pulled out a black latex dildo, which was fairly normal size (for which I was thankful) and a harness-looking thing. Emma fitted the cock into the strap and fastened it around her hips. Then, she pulled out lube which she stroked onto the fake penis that she'd soon slide into my ass."Are you ready for this?" she asked."Oh, yes," I replied, " I think so." Well, hands and knees, then."I complied with the command. It felt really. I scowled, shaking my head and knowing that I wouldn't get any answers until she returned, whenever that was. Since I had nothing to do but wait until my mother returned, I settled down to distract myself again by reading. However, I soon found that the book was a little less interesting now that my own life had turned into a Steven King story. Still, I was stubborn enough to keep at it for at least an hour. When I finally grew tired of attempting to distract myself with a book, I set it down,.