His cock swelled up even bigger and started flexing in my mouth as he shot real thick long streams of cum in my mouth. My mouth flooded, I swallowed a... fast as I could so as to not miss a drop. Moaning as if he was in pain, Justin was going, "aahhh ...aahhh ...aahhh ...aahhh ...aahhh," as he shot gobs and gobs of cum in my mouth. Finally wailing, "Eat it, you fuck'en faggot. Eat my cum cocksucker." He slowly subsided but let me keep his cock in my mouth as he deflated. My cheeks were puffy when. .. necessary.”“Oh yeah,” I snapped. “You really needed somebody to get you pregnant and it was necessary that it be me. I’m sure she got that right away.”“You’re upset,” she said again. “I understand that. But it’s not as bad as you think it is.”“Yeah, right,” I growled.“Please do me a favor,” she said.“A favor? You mean another favor? What will it be this time? Oh, I know. You joined a ‘My husband is sterile’ club and you have half a dozen new friends who also want to get pregnant. And you. She was tested, then, in containing that aesthetic with an acted will. As pretty as the woman was, she had a proportionally herculean task of asserting her unavailability. I don’t know how well the players knew each other before the play began rehearsal, but any deficiency in their acquaintance was rectified soon. All the stage is an orgy, a rotating and teeming conflagration of emotions and bodies, splayed across the hard wood, teasing and touching and wearing and wanting, pleading and. " You're happy, aren't you?" That's rhetorical, isn't it?"She leaned back, looked at my face and nodded."You're happy."It's hard to keep happy off your face. I realized that because of the number of times I heard, "Randy, you look so happy. What's going on?" over the next few months.I worked up a standard answer. "Life is good. Business is good. I'm healthy. What's not to be happy about?"And, for the most part, it was true. Being happy also made me realize I had not been entirely happy; I had.