“Wow it is really big and straight. I have seen my baby brother’s weiner when mom changes his diaper but his is all small and saggy. Are all big b...ys weiners big like yours?” she asked. “Only when they are around a cute girl,” I reply. “Oh,” she says not quite getting it. “So you want me to show you how to make yourself feel good like a big kid?” I ask with my right hand subconsciously wrapping around my dick. “Yes,” is all the answers with and I smile at her. “Okay, for a girl they make. " Gotcha," she muttered. She wiped his back clean and told him, try to sit up. She stepped back and waited.Jack took a deep breath and hesitantly shoved himself into a seated position, his feet flat on the floor. "What did you do?" he asked in a wondering voice. "Holy smoke, I don't hurt. What did you do?"She showed him a bloody mass of fine fibers of the thickness of baby hairs. There were almost colorless. "I think this is what has been causing most of your problems. What is that stuff?" If. Matthew held me firmly in place with his strong hands on my hips. As Matthew got in a rhythm with the fucking machine I couldn’t stand it anymore. I had an earth shaking organism that seemed to last forever, he stopped with the machine and sweat poured from my body and my own cum was now running down past my ass becoming a lube for his cock. Matthew said “now wasn’t that nice? Shall we have another go at it?” The fucking machine started again “NO, NO, NO” I scream through the gag, with the. It was one of the best dreams and she tried with all her might not to wake from it.These dreams were so vivid that she could feel the faceless man’s fingers still inside her as she woke. She could feel her nipples hard and sore from his ministrations on them, and her wet sopping pussy would be overdrawn with fluids.Faith wondered so often if this ‘quitting smoking’ malarky was worth all of this, but she knew it was. Her son Chris had been on her for years to quit, and she had tried several.