Christ,there was all kindsa filth on the walls and pulling my kecks down I took a seat on the toilet and started sliding my fist up and down my veiny ...haft whilst having a good read of the crap on the wall!My piss-hole was letting a good old stream of pre-slime over my fist,always a good sign!Looking around the cubicle I spotted a trail of spunk and leaned over to get a good old sniff.It looked pretty fresh so I scooped some up and used it to get my low-hangers all slimey and gooey!Really. Three weeks later a hand delivered letter arrived at the flat before they both left for work. It read:'Lovely Samantha,I have always thought that Tony Morgan's taste in women was faultless. Now that he is unable to sample your delights I shall be taking his place. I look forward to many happy hours. I'll be seeing you.The Rover'Samantha's first reaction was of disgust, then of hilarious dismissal and finally of fear: fear that she might be abducted and forced into unthinkable things but more. He was wanting more attention this time I could feel his big trouser snake beginning to throb I knew I was about to get his milk. He must have been holding it for a while it seemed like it would never stop flowing. He finally started to soften. I looked up to see the girl standing just out of my passenger door with cream running down her sexy inner thighs. I opened the door to let the milking stud out and she slid in saying you have to clean my cunt up before I can go home. I looked as she slid. .. Never mind, it's all in the past now. We both have our new lives now," said Sherry. "What can I get you to eat? The meat loaf is today's special. It's pretty good." That's fine. If you recommend it, I know it will be good," I smiled.She left to wait on other people. It was lunchtime so I knew I wouldn't have time to talk with her. I wanted to know more about her. She didn't have a wedding ring on but I had a hard time believing that someone as pretty and nice as her wasn't hitched.I wondered.