It was great! That's when I really started to think about you, Ian--when Daddy made me cum. I'd never had an orgasm before... when I tried to masturba...e, I just couldn't do it. I needed a cock inside me, but Brad wasn't big enough. Daddy's almost as big as you! And he's such a good fuck."Cyndi was staring into my eyes. I was panting with desire. She let her hand travel down my stomach and tug my jockey shorts down. My cock popped out, hard and ready. Cyndi's hand went around my long shaft and. Well it turns out in her family funerals are like reunions and the whole day before the actual funeral they are all at the funeral home talking and getting to know each other again. There were people there she had not seen since she was a little little girl. I lost track of her and got real tired of explaining to everybody that I was not related to any of them in any way and that I had no idea who the dead person was. I went into the hall of the funeral home to sit. This place was pretty. What we needed, of course, were more specimens. Hopefully, the day would bring them.The local Health authority weren't being too helpful. I'd offered them six cures per week, but so far they'd only found three candidates that they thought needed my help. Two were lying in a hospital beds, waiting for surgery. The operations were such that they wouldn't be able to manage sex for at least a week afterwards, so they needed the cure first. Unfortunately, they were too far gone to come to me, and,. The dormat fantasy had awoken and I jerked off imaging that it was me sucking that huge dick.3After a month in the hotel, I moved into my new place just a few minutes from the office. I was offered a cleaning lady but I refused, preferring my privacy. The job had also returned to some level of normalcy, allowing me to get home by 7:00 most nights. The company did not have much of a social circle, so I usually would order some takeout on the way back and sit around my apartment. With no.