Any suggestions?” Sally ponders for a moment and says, “Have both. Pop your cherry with the smaller one until David’s done his bit. Then throw i... away because you will love the bigger one. I know. I do. It’s my bedtime companion when I’m between men.” So for the last year I have worn out many batteries! Sally also persuaded me to see my Doctor so I could get on the pill.On the day of the results I/we, the family, went to school to get the results. David arrives just as I read my results. He,. They were pressing their bodies against each other, pinched each other’s belly and thighs and nipples and Grox hand went for Botched Job’s undies. Throughout the fabric he squeezed Botched Job’s dick and the beagle moaned softly. He looked at his boyfriend’s undies and saw the huge tent. With his finger he pulled at the top of them and Grox’ dick released itself, it popped out in all its glory: uncircumcised, heavily veined with extra flabs of meat, massive and wide. Botched Job’s mouth was. As I had the night before, I reached up and caressed my daughter's inner thighs, eventually finding my way to her virginal pussy. When I started stroking her slit with my finger, she opened up like a little flower in the sun, and then I could see the little developing labia that enclosed the sweet honey pot that awaited within. But this time I simply held the puffy lips apart while I moved in closer with my face, and after planting a loving kiss on my daughter's virgin pussy, I let my tongue. Was it years, later? Decades, maybe.There is no time when you're dead. Only now, forever...Another flash of memory.My mother, weeping at the kitchen sink, was holding a sheaf of medical papers in her hand. She stared at the papers as if they were a palpable enemy that she could rend, tear, or kill. Her tears were hard and angry – but soft, and almost helpless. Hindsight cleared up so much, and I now know the anguish she felt as the sterile, white forms pronounced her death sentence.For.