"Really? You would do that just for me?!"The child came out with surprise and joy, one which would melt the hearts of either mom or dad if they saw."Y...s really, here and watch!"The commercials ends and the show starts back up again. Evan stands there on stage looking up at the camera with his phone in hand next to a microphone."Sorry for the hold up people, but we just got a fan call from a child which has praised our show! I think the best choice of approach is to play a game with as she. "Hah, not as lucrative," I laughed, "And not as safe with your driving, you better let me drive!"We changed places and also changed coats and hats and we continued on our way, laughing.I drove into Allerton at a good lick and swung into the square, thank god Barrington was alert because a seething mass of humanity confronted us and if he had not thrust the sprag through a wheel there should have been carnage for we should never have stopped.I sat and stared, never having seen its like except at. " It was my turn to be silent for a moment and then I said, "Okay, I'll get you one." Connie said, "You'll get me one what?" "A big cock " I said, "Gotta go. Lunch times over. I'll see you when I get home" and I hung up. When I got home that night Connie was waiting for me in bed and she was working her largest toy in and out of her pussy. She smiled at me when I came into the room, "Just heating it up for you." She kept working on herself as I undressed and when I got in bed she started to. I stared blankly at my reflection in the five-dollar 5 foot tall mirror hanging in the hallway. I liked it because it made me look slimmer than my jeans made me feel. I come from a long line of Irish Americans. We married and bred only with other Irish Americans and had affairs with Italians. My eyes were green, my skin was pale, and against popular belief, my hair was not red. I’d maintained a size four through most of my college career, although I was basing this on jeans that had been.