..into her at a steady tempo. She groaned out in exclamation as her pussy was nearly emptied, then completely filled. "Oh...my....GOD! Your....cock.....is...s-sooo...f-fucking BIG! I...can feel it in my stomach!" He halted, balls-deep, when he heard this. Grabbing her hips tightly, he ground against her once more, flexing his cock around within her guts, sending the engorged head of that giant thing somewhere near belly-button depth. "It's in your stomach huh?", he said. "Take it then, white. "Y-yes," she whimpered.She couldn't help but feel it. The huge, thick man-cock in her hand was throbbing.Glen moved his hand from hers and said sternly, "Keep your hand on it, understand?" Barbara was afraid of him. "Yes," she said weakly. She kept her slim fingers curled around his monstrous hard-on.Glen smiled as his cock throbbed in her small fist. "You ever feel a big cock like mine?"Barbara didn't want to talk about his cock, but she knew she had to or get hurt. "N-no," she stammered.Glen. ” “Excuse me?” I replied. “What I really want is to fuck that ass of yours,” he clarified, “But I’ll accept a good blow job.” “You know I'm not gay right?” “It’s not about that,” he said, “I’m not gay either. But I have been locked up for seven years with five more to go. Masturbation gets old.” “You’ll have to let me think about this,” I said after a long pause. The problem was mostly a question of trust. How did I know that he would follow through with his promise. And that the note would. Although many of the major network stations had ceased to operate, amateur radio stations had sprung up to pass gossip and weather around the local area. Simon liked listening to one character that went by the pseudonym "Captain Pete" and kept the alarm clock tuned for his early morning show.It was six o'clock in the morning and Arabella lay awake in Simon's bed listening to the radio. This morning, the Captain had been talking about the large, organized groups of bandits that had moved out of.