He could see the woman's saliva shining on the man's cock. The youngster dreamt about getting his first blow job. Just the thought of a girl's soft mo...th on his prick almost made Roger cream. The slide show went to the next photo. It was a big black man sticking his cock into a small blonde woman's pussy from behind. It had taken Roger weeks of scavenging sites on the internet to find just the right photos for his collection. The next shot was of another blow job. This time a young girl was. This just put me in an even deeper depression. I knew I should help her, but I couldn't. I had nothing to offer her. I had nothing to show her. Plus how could I help her when I couldn't help myself. A year has passed since the events of my grandfather's death have happened. A few changes came about. One of those was a computer. With this computer came the Internet. Such wonder was this new PC. The first thing I had to add to it was the Internet. Countless hours of enjoyment came from that one. I felt my stomach grumble and went downstairs. Rummaging through thefridge I found the basics for a sandwich, built it and sat down at thetable in the breakfast nook. I picked up the sandwich for the first biteand the phone rang; land line, I thought, Shit! I walked over and pickedit up, hitting the curlers with the handset. "Hello?" Mitch!" I heard, it was Rob, my agent. "How much you got done?" Uh, I don't know, maybe bout a third," I replied."C'mon buddy! I don't want to stifle your. I beganto feel my belly swelling, began to feel strange sensations,gurglings within me, the stretching of my bowels. It waspainful, but not painful, this time. The feelings were intense,but I could handle them. I wondered if being pregnant, goinginto labor, might feel something like this. She released the air from the balloon, and again I expelleda great stream of water, cleaner this time. "Oh, my dear," she said, "you certainly needed a treatment. You were full of dirt. Dirt equals.