Finally he pulled out and shot his spunk over her face and in her hair. By now I had my cock out and it was all I could do to stop myself cumming. S...e was licking all she could of his cock and then scooping it off her face to lick of her fingers. What a slut!! By now the bloke behind her had replaced his fingers with his cock and was banging for all he was worth. The buttons of her dress were ripped open and her tits pulled roughly out of her bra. “fucking size of them!” he said as he. ." "But what? Tell me." I said, wanting to know more."But, it's like I know how you feel and how sometimes you get hurt and all the hard times with your family and friends. I just want you to enjoy this moment, which has been so perfect for you and also me too. It's like a dream! But in my dream, when it's all over, all of this will disappear back into dreamland, and then it would hurt me more then not letting go. It's like I can see life without the all pain, but I don't want to visit it. When any of her boyfriends came to the office, she was sure to mention my “problem”, and the jerks sat there smirking or even added comments of their own.Well, after she had been going out for a while with her present boyfriend, she invited me over to her apartment for dinner and to meet him. Of course I went since I didn’t want to let her know that her comments irked me. Well, that night she kept her comments up all through dinner, and her boyfriend, Robert was kind enough not to smile, but he. Mrs. Thorn sighed and her eyes widened. "Oh, sugar, you are all man. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Now bring that tool over here for me." He walked toward her across the kitchen, his wet, bare feet slapping on the linoleum floor. His penis was so hard it ached, and it swung in front of him with every step like some misshapen appendage. Mrs. Thorn held out her hand and let his cock glide into it. Ethan flinched. She closed her fingers around it and stroked slowly. "Good Lord, Ethan..