He sat back, again, and looked at me. I knew without thinking about it what I wanted to do, something I had never, ever, not even fantasized, consider...d possible or actually doing. I wanted to fuck this a****l. How did I move from the initial point of fear to being close to this wild a****l when it was sick and weak to lying here on the ground wondering how to mate with it? How, indeed. Maybe there was more to this Celina in me than I had accepted.So, with him sitting alongside me, I. While she was doing the laundry, she couldn’t help noticing that her son’s underwear was ripped in the same spot on every single pair.She went a step further and looked at his pants. There was that rip again. It was always in the crotch area. She went into his room and looked at all his shorts and jeans. The rip was on all his clothes.Natasha was imagining that her son had a monster-sized cock. She would have to accidentally walk into the bathroom when he’s showering to get a look at him naked.. “See you in a little bit love.” I walk up the step to reception where with a slight delay but no hassle the bill is sorted. I wonder if Jenny remembered to stop at a hole in the wall. I walk to the marquee with a stopover at the gents, once in the marquee, I have no trouble seeing Jenny and the green of her dress is a beacon, drawing me closer when I get to her I rest my chin on her shoulder and look straight ahead, there is a temptation to look down but there won’t be much of a view, this. I thought it was just about Greg. But I see now that it had just as much with me really wanting another baby." What? Wait a minute. You didn't tell me that part." When Greg came home without warning, he wanted sex that night ... not to make love to his wife because he had missed her ... he wanted a fuck and nothing more. He was such an ass that I didn't want to, even though for weeks it was all I could dream of to be in bed with him. But then it dawned on me that if I were to get pregnant, then.