We chatted for two continuous years. It wasn’t just a few messages. We would go back-and-forth for hours each day. Normal people wouldn’t have as ...uch sustained conversation in a real-world setting, anywhere. But for me, virtual schmoozing with Biff and her incredible mind was my form of reality.Our discussions ranged everywhere. We would go from topics like geo-politics, to why anybody would ever a particular TV show funny. She had a scope of intellect and an understanding of humankind that. I had happy birthday greetings and offers to play — but nothing worth jumping at. Joe from the gym — and earlier journal entries — began texting me ‘happy birthday’ days before and I told him about Ray, of the thermos-sized cock. I’d had to end that relationship because he was kind of a possessive douche and didn't understand my lifestyle. Joe and I texted off and on and he caught on to my depression. I hate getting older!‘What can I do to help?’I wrote, ‘A time machine and our good friends in. .. oh shit, I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was hurting so bad that I was vacillating between walking away, and killing you and Peter and then myself.”That brought a gasp from Deb.“I’m sorry, Paul. I never meant to hurt you. I thought I was doing what you were doing for all those months. I thought if it all came out that you would be hurt but only as much as I had been hurt. You got some pussy and I got some cock.”“Not quite, I said followed by a long sigh. “So that still brings us to. They are warm, firm and soft. As I stoop to suck on her hard nipples, Sam moves her hips so her clit can re-find my dick. She groans more loudly as she hits my nob before she resumes sliding her pussy along my steel hard dick. Judging from the slime on my dick, her salmon pick chest and quickening breathing, I think she’s ready to get laid. Every so often my dick head is t****d at the entrance to her love tube. Sam then alters her hip angle, releasing my dick-head to bump her clit again. Taking.