They were planning on having a family but had not started. Like most people in her town, she and her husband had worked paycheck to paycheck. With no ...avings or insurance, she had their small house they had purchased and her job. To her family she was known as Barbara Anne. To her friends she was known as Barb. To a select group she would come to be known as Babbs. At the local dress store which specialized in pageant wear, she was a salesgirl and consultant. She had an eye for fashion and had. Your smile warm. Caressing. I feel your thick head just at my opening. "You ready?" You ask, softly still. I nod my head. A little scared. Excited. Turned on. I can't wait. I lift my hips towards you. You smile again. Then the pressure. Your actions are slow. You don't want to hurt me. The pressure is strong against my tiny hole. "Will you fit?" I ask. I feel silly for asking such a question. You are huge however and the pain is fresh and there. The pressure building, and not. The water was like a warm massage and the spacious shower alcove gave an added sense of freedom to being nude. He washed his hair then paid fastidious attentions to his face and body. The fast jets of water and the smooth, soapy lather quickly relaxed him, so that when he turned his attention to his cock and balls, they responded immediately to his touch. He flicked his loose foreskin back and forth several times and felt his cock begin to pulse and stiffen. Throwing his head back sharply, he. There was nothing to do but wait ... and pray. The meal that night was almost silent, each of us thinking of the frightful consequences of Shelly's fall.I was angry. I had guessed that Shelly had slipped on the same oil or fluid that I had. It was the most likely cause. But how did it get there? Did she spill something? We had been so careful to keep the stairs clean to prevent just such an accident and yet, it had still happened. I walked back to the station that evening, trying to burn off.