She moved my cock deeper, squeezing me. I thrust as much as I could, but she did most of the work, her cheeks reddening, her nails digging into my bac..., and then she moaned, “Yess yesss, ohhh yessss,” before collapsing against me. I held her for a while when it hit me. Her nails had dug into my back -- since when did she have fingernails long enough to do that? I pulled her hand to my lips, ostensibly so I could kiss her hand, but I was looking at her newly long and polished fingernails.I took. .uh, Chris Parry." Triumphant with his convoluted recitationof fine print, the insurance agent put the check in his pocket andstepped back.The message was pretty clear to Barbara, as she watched her boss and theinsurance agent spark at each other.. No `Sister Chris', no checks. Now,or ever!Before Chris could scream at Gooley, to call him the biggest fatheaded,shitless, dumbass in the world, and tell him that he, Chris Parry, a man,with balls and a cock, was `Chris Parry', the non-existent. But I don’t go to the gym any more. I have everything in my house. Nothing too fancy, just loads of weights, a multi-machine and recently a treadmill. So I work 50 hours a week in the nearest town and drive home at neck-breaking speeds to work out all alone.But my most recent fetish has put a real touch of spice to my work outs. I have quite a few sex toys: men cannot be relied upon for either for sex or anything else. I even secretly wear some remote controlled, wireless ones at work. Well,. Janice had one friend by the name of Mel that she enjoyed being with and they would fuck each other frequently. She always marveled that he was consistently able to fuck her for two to three hours at a time non-stop. He would stop by our place during the afternoon while I was at work and fuck her until it was almost time for me to arrive home from work. This always left both Janice and me well primed for a good fuck when I got home. I motioned for Janice to come over to me and let me see how.