There was a guy named Adam. He was our mutual friend and we decided to try him in action. I told Adam we separated with my hubby, and he lived with hi... parents. So Adam called on me one night, and … it happened! He brought a bottle of wine, he tried to console me, then he started kissing and caressing me, and then he used his penis to comfort me in full. Adam turned out to be a good lover. His dick wasn’t really big but it could ram my pussy and my mouth really well. My hubby called at 11 pm, I. Roger and Stephen could hear the young boys talking about how big the man’s prick was and they were gesticulating and demonstrating the size of his dick and laughing. They eventually left and Stephen and Roger got undressed. “I need a piss” said Roger “So do I” said Stephen and they both went to the toilets. Both cubicles were occupied and as the boys let go their urine they could here heavy breathing coming from the cubicles. Roger and Stephen looked at each other and Roger motioned with his. The bastard parted my buttocks and spit directly into my anal orifice. Sliding his massive old cock ahead around my butt hole made me grimace as I thought of the pain I was about to endure. With no warning and a powerful lunge, the bastard sunk his cock head into my anal canal and went straight to work sliding his old cock back and forth. With each stroke, he would push more and more of his thick cock into my rectum. Weeping from the pain and humiliation, I was forced to accept this old farts. " Kenny, with your long previous history of emotional difficulties, do you really think any court is going to allow you to be a custodial parent to those children?" I'm really not sure, Mama. I have undergone several professional and fully detailed clinical evaluations, and all the resulting written reports attest to my present good mental health. None of these evaluations indicate that I am any more at risk for further emotional problems than Joyce or my other wives are. I've never taken a.