The pain is slowly diminishing.Just as I was about to try to stretch out on my stomach I looked down at the mess he made between my legs and suggested...that he let me go to the bathroom and clean up a little first.He glanced back and apparently agreed it would be a good idea. He told me to hurry back.I cleaned up and finally got a chance to rinse out my mouth. But even as I was rinsing my mouth out I realized what a waste of time it was. I'm about to stick my tongue in an old man's ass!I. At least I can drink the milk right out of the carton again, without having to hear about it from the complaint department. As I wait for the coffee, I take the cookies and milk over to the sofa, where I sit and turn on the television. I opt for the morning news instead of cartoons, but nothing they report captures my interest. My thoughts turn to the day ahead. Today is her birthday. We always had a big party, even if she wasnt turning an age that ended in a zero or a five. And the party had. The Doctors said they pumped about .5L of spunk (well they said semen) from her stomach; they cleaned more from her anus and vagina, ran STD test. Clean, thank god. She was on the pill, but, they still took other precautions to be sure she did not conceive. The doctors said that at least 10, but he could not rule out 25, guys had used, My Little Girl, as a fuck puppet. (Again not his words)The police Sergeant said there was so much semen and it was so, mixed, he said, well he said, they could. At that moment he had lost track of both space and time beyond his immediate field of body heat, he had even lost track of his Shirley, as he cursed and groaned and raced towards his rendezvous with his inevitable climax. All through the great erotic spectacle that was unfolding to the left of her field of vision, Shirley watched every single move the cavorting couple made, and listened intently, savoring every horny, nasty, dirty word spoken in the throes of unrelenting pleasure. Her nipples.