One memory I must share happened in the summer of 1992. It was a rare occasion where both of us were home early so we decided to create a huge feast, ...ust for the two of us. Since it was summer, we grilled everything; chicken breasts, red peppers, zucchini, onions, and sourdough bread. We popped a bottle of sparkling chilled Chandon Blanc de Noir before dinner. We popped another during dinner. When it came to dessert, we had run out of champagne. A quick run to the market was in order. I also. Shah expected it tostop altogether soon. She based this on the readings from my bonereconstruction. The bad news, was I was going to end up somewhere justover 4 feet tall, and at the current time they didn't want to riskinterfering with the nano-virus because of the radical changes to mybone marrow. Stopping the changes now might be the same as killing me,since it helps produce blood.I could lie and tell you how I took the news in stride and escaped mywatchers and ran off to find the cause of. ”“You would, you’re just a fucking pervert,” my wife replied.“Well, you are too, for coming out of the porn theater looking like you just came out of a gang bang.” I was now stroking my hard cock a bit faster, hoping the waitress would bring the order soon.The door swung open, and a fortyish woman came out carrying a large grocery bag emblazoned with the name of the restaurant on the bag.“Well, my, my, looks like you have enjoyed quite a fun afternoon, my dear,” the woman said as she looked at. His bigsister’s cunt looked so wet and tight and juicy, evenafter Eddie had fucked her so hard and cum in her cunt.God, she looked so sexy, he thought. He wondered how itwould feel to ram his own stiff, hard cock into thattight little hole of hers.“God, that was good!” Eddie was saying. “Wanna goagain, Sis? I bet I can get it up in a minute!”“Are you sure?” Mindy frowned. “What about Roy?”“Nah, he never comes home right after his paper.