I made the beds, picked up thelaundry and cleaned up the bathrooms. Since most guys are pigs, thebathrooms were the worst.By the time I was done with ...he bedrooms, it was 4:45pm and I hadn'ttouched the living room yet and only had one load of laundry washed. Irubbed my still sore bottom, knowing that it was in for it. I putanother load of laundry in the washer after moving the first load intothe dryer. I then remembered that I hadn't gone shopping yet. ThinkingI'd better get that done, I looked. As she crouched closer to the beast, she began to reach out to the inflated cock. Taking the massive organ in her hands, she was in awe of its size and power as it pulsated in her shaking hands. She began to softly stroke the thick cock seeing if it would get any bigger. It was already an impressive 18” long and thicker than a pop can. The mushroomed head was a little smaller in circumference, and began to seep a clear liquid. With faster strokes, Ann ran her hands up and down the wide penis as. It feels real in those moments."I want you more, Jackie. I want you to be here. Fully."I want that, too. I think we're getting closer."Your cream was on my fingers. I saw it, felt it. You always creamed so good, Jackie. I loved licking it from my hand or from your body."Mmm ... same to you. Try something for me, Penelope."Anything."Close your eyes. Now ... picture me. Concentrate on my face. What do you see?I did as directed and let my memories of Jackie rush into my mind. "I see..." I looked. He's illuminated by the light of muted porn playing.His mahogany skin is a sharp contrast to my own tanned skin. He's dressed, as always, in his oversized boxers. I admire his toned runner's build. At six foot, I stand a good eight inches over him. He might weigh one thirty, with ten pounds hidden in his brand name boxers. "Come on, baby." His low menthol tone breaks my lust haze. "He misses you. Why don't you give him a kiss?"I fall to my knees and pull out his slab of meat. His nine inch.