My head was spinning I had never yearned for a being so bad in my entire life. This was so uncharacteristic of me needless to say. On my way home I di... nothing but think of this Cheyenne. Sadly all I had was a name and the lasting image of her working out, that made me hungrier than a prisoner on death row for some pussy. After showering and heating up some leftovers for dinner (yes I gets down in the kitchen) I went and sat on the balcony of my condo contemplating who I should visit to relieve. My mouth was dry and I wished I'd taken Bill's advice and gotten a beer first. I paused to catch my breath and opened up the curtain and went inside. It was small, about six foot square. It was pretty dark and the only light was shining through the sheet from the garage. I looked down and saw the hole. Unzipping my pants, I gave myself a few strokes and stuck my dick through it."You can't cum in my mouth, understand? If you do, there's a hundred dollar fine, got it?" The girl warned me. After I. It was a quiet day and by the end of it I felt a lot better. Friday morning I did feel much better. My emotions seemed to have stabilised, I now longer felt the need to cry for no reason. Something which had seriously worried Mike. Now I felt happy, secure, and loved because he was still so caring. I also had come to terms with the baby. It’s difficult to explain really but they had just put it there and it takes some getting used to because it doesn’t happen in the normal way. I know it’s. It was hard. It was throbbing. The sight of it made Madge's mouth water and she trembled, wondering how in the world that fat cock could ever fit into her sister's tiny asshole."Oh, yes, it hurt like hell!" Babs giggled, following her sister's glance."Didn't you mind the pain?" Madge asked eagerly."Hell, no, Sis! You know how it is... the pain just makes it more fun when it has to do with sex," Babs explained patiently."Yeah, you're right," Madge said, smiling. "I know how it is." Talking about.