0′ tall, my body was starting to show off the lack of exercise and excess of wrong food (too many restaurants to offer their delights and my carefre... for whatever I eat but rather how everything looks is wrong food). Notwithstanding my features, deep inside I’m as sweet as cotton candy, a real softy who craves for some love, but I get that from my family and soul brother, Michael. Growing up and studying together, being both families tied because of our friendship and some businesses, we are. Except for the time we spent at the salon on occasion over the last couple of months, we hadn’t spoken much. There was quite a bit of catching up to do. I have to tell her about my time training, and she told me more about how she got into camming.When the conversation shifted to me again, the topic of my complications between Skylar and Andy came up. Leslie always had good suggestions, I just needed to pull myself together and take some of her advice. The talk carried us all the way through. However his stomach was far too malnourished and he turned and vomitted the water onto a nearbye bush. His mind cleared and stomach empty, he knelt at the edge again and , this time more cautiously, took small sips of the life-giving liquid until his mouth sarted producing saliva and his sore, sensitive nose was once again cold and wet as it should be. With water in his system he could concentrate on sating his hunger. He managed to stand up and looked around. Some small lizards bathed in the. The thick veins were bulging’ the foreskin was stretched back past his cockhead. The head itself was a deep pink, in contrast to the glossy ebony skin of the shaft. At its base a pair of huge balls, tight to the shaft clearly ready to erupt! Art was stroking slowly, pulling the skin back as far as it would go. On every down-stroke his piss the hole would open wide – that too was huge. I tried to imagine the sperm jetting out into my womb.Leena moved behind me, took Art’s cock into her mouth and.