I’m really astoundedmyself at my progress. Even things YOU couldn’timagine.Yeah, I’m sure… You just really enjoy the feeling o...being all stretched out… gawd, that one time you gotthat stuff to work on my… you know…Man missile? (I could feel that grin all the waythrough the telephone line)Right, I blushed, …well, too bad we couldn’t repeatthat, funny how it only worked the once. But oh, man,that feeling… I’m so jealous of you. I read, wrote some longhand journal entries, ate, and generally relaxed while the plane zipped over the Atlantic. I’d come home, taken a sauna, eaten a light meal, and gone straight to bed, not bothering to check messages, look at the mail that Jackie had left on my desk, or deal with anything else. I did call Stephie and Stephanie to let them know I was home safely and confirmed with Stephanie that she’d arrive on Sunday.I went for a run just after 5:00am then came home and showered. I called. I'm trying but your so fucking big I replied. Try harder bitch he said, and then he grabbed the back of my head by my hair trying to force my mouth to take him in deeper.Oh, I'm coming I said in a soft voice reacting to the guy that's fucking me real good. He tensed up and I could feel his balls pumping and pumping his load inside my pussy, I came too!The other guy flipped me over on my knees. I felt him applying some lotion on my ass that has a tingling feeling to it. Turning my head around I. She seems like a smart girl. But there was something odd about why she always calls him Jake. So Kara asked, ‘Why do you call him Jake all the time?’ Then Sasha looked sad, and answered, ‘He’s actually my god father, my real daddy died, and he was my daddy’s best friend.’ She felt sympathy for the girl. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy after all. Before Kara could ask Sasha more about the matter, Jake waltzed in with a bowl of popcorn. He set the bowl on the table in front of them and asked, ‘You.