Are you feeling alright now?" he questioned, rubbing my leg. "Physically, yes; emotionally, it has been a bit of a roller coaster." His arms went arou...d me from my side and he pressed his lips onto my head several times too. After a moment, his left hand came over onto my stomach. "Damn, I guess Ted gets that from me; we go for the goal," he pointed out, caressing it. "Evidently, but what are we gonna do now, Hank? I'm pregnant with your grandchild and she is knocked up with mine. Are you even. For instance, let’s say we talked about a setup, right, and we agreed that you were going to, I don’t know, find me on my way home and hold a knife to my throat and we agree to do it on Tuesday and agree on a place. So my idea would be that, and this is after talking a lot and trying things out, you’d do the knife thing, but it would happen on Monday and in a different place instead. That kind of thing.”The scent of her arousal struck me and I shifted because I couldn’t stop thinking about one. I left a commenton one of her stories. "Hey Slut," I wrote. "I love your stories. Wish Ilived close enough to make them come true for you."Sissy Michelle didn't know that I lived less than three minutes away, soshe responded, "I wish that was true as well. I would kill to have evenpart of this happen to me."Be careful what you ask for.I suggested that perhaps we should take our conversation out of thepublic forum. She readily agreed and gave me her kik address. I was rockhard in anticipation of. They were all stroking their meat. The droopy-eyed one had to have at least eight inches. The youngest was packing no less than seven-and-three-quarter thick ones. The band leader was a tad over seven-and-one-half. So much manliness. Plus the musk. Francesca rose in awe.“Suck ‘em,” Liam ordered. “B-But I…”“Nobody is asking,” blared Andres.“I want to,” sobbed Francesca. “I will, but I need...I need.”“Need what, faggit,” barked Liam.“To call my mom. I don’t have a phone card.”“You suck these.