I heard him cough-up some deep, thick spit/snot from his nose, and spit that nastiness right on my hole. I felt him put his knees on the bed, as his d...ck started pushing at my spitty hole.Jamie had a nice dick...honestly, I measured it and it was 9" plus the very first line after the 9" line...so probably 9 1/16" inches? His dick was pretty, and had two nice thick veins that ran from the base to the head. So, he slides up in me, and starts his usual, deep, stroke. By the way, NO, we didn't use. With John?Claire shook her head. Something was wrong here. This woman had a lot to offer. All that was on hold at the moment, because of the circumstances. But she'd had a lot to offer both the world and her husband before the accident. Why had she put up with John's self absorption?She remembered talking to Cindy and saying she had taken her marriage vows seriously. Where had that come from? She thought about it. That concept seemed comfortable ... normal. The fact that John had patronized a. She was smiling and staringand Trinny blushed and then shrugged."I heard you and your momma arguing," said Gloria. "Grown-ups neverunderstand, do they darlin?"Trinny turned the corners of her mouth up, unsure what to say. She'dseen the old lady almost every day since they moved into the flat andshe was always saying hello and stuff but there was something a little...sickly about her."I know exactly how it is," said Gloria. "My mother treated me the same.I was after a boy, just like you are, and. Cindy stomped around the house muttering for twenty minutes before she said a word to either of us. I had put on some pants by then, and a T shirt. Jill was more stubborn than I was. She hadn't even pulled the sheet over her yet.But the longer she stomped around, the less violent her stomping became, and her mutters finally dwindled until she stood there, just looking at me."What about me?" she asked, sounding like a little girl."Maybe you'd better talk to your mother about that," I said.So she.