It happened the night of my sixteenthbirthday and every day since." If you are telling the truth, your case is the first in recordedhistory," she told...me."You aren't up on your history. It also happens over a thousand yearsago," I told her."How do you know?" she asked."It happened to an ancestor of mine," I replied. "It's Mother?s Natureway of making the choice." Please explain this; you said something about Mother Nature making achoice?" she asked."You know where I am from?" After she nodded. ..Abruptly he pushed her hips down and withdrew from her pussy. She bit her lip to avoid crying out with disappointment at the sudden emptiness, aware of the ridiculousness of trying to maintain some dignity at this point, but unable to prevent herself from trying. She lay, shuddering in the aftermath of the orgasms he had wrought in her, as he spat on his fingers and rubbed the spit into her arsehole. She tensed in fear of what was about to happen as the tip of his thumb gently but insistently. Then she went sliding the thick knockwurst wiener along the sides of her twat. It worked there, too, but it wasn't as effective as when she hit her clitoris with it. Finally, she stuffed the whole meaty thing into her twat and let go of it.She quickly found that if she lay down spread-eagle on the kitchen floor, belly down, titties rolling on the linoleum, that even without her hands holding onto the big hot dog, it did quite a job of rubbing on her twat button. So what she did was lay flat out. “It’s not me that’s taking up all of the room, it’s you. This isn’t going to work. Tell you what, leave the TV and when we come to visit you we’ll bring it with us.”“No way,” he answered as I got out of the car and stood by the door.“Make up your mind, Mike, it’s hot out here.”“Ok,” Mike looked at me. “Ok, you can sit on my lap.”“Mike, it’s a five hour drive to your college,” his father said.“I know, but mom doesn’t weigh much. What do you say, mom. Would you mind sitting on my lap?”‘Ok, I’ll.