He was a nice guy, but I didn’t really see it going anywhere.We eventually made it back to his place. He really seemed into me though and wanted me ...o come up to his apartment. Even though I knew there wouldn’t be a second date, I was horny, and he wasn’t bad looking. So I agreed and went up with him in the hope I’d at least get some action. Who knows, maybe he was really good in bed and maybe a second date may yet be on the cards. Yeah, yeah, I know. Call me shallow.He offered me a drink and. E mi chiese che intenzioni avessi.Io senza dirle niente la feci mettere a pecorina e lei che ormai non capiva più niente, si lascio fare.Mi misi dietro di lei e le leccai un po il buchetto del culo, per poi spostarmi ogni tanto sulla figa, mente la sentivo gemere ancora.Allora le appoggiai il cazzo sul buco tutto bagnato e lentamente cominciai a spingerglielo dentro.Chichi si lamentava un po, ma però spingeva anche lei...e dopo poco metà cazzo era dentro. Allora iniziai a sbatterglielo un po. “Congratulations,” I told her flatly, “You have a plastic egg, hallelujah indeed.”I rolled my eyes, but there was no denying that she was proud of herself, and I felt a bit bad for making light of her efforts. The egg was hollow, but something rattled inside when she gave it a shake.A piece of paper fell out, but when she went to read it her face went all strange. Like little miss perfect had just been given a test in some foreign alphabet she’d never seen it before.“What does it say?” I asked,. I was happier than I've felt in a long time. It wasn't just the baby. It was the love we were also sharing. This love I've felt from him in the past and hope I've expressed that love to him correctly.I finished getting dressed and drove in to work. That great feeling stayed with me during the thirty-minute drive. When I arrived at the parking garage I parked in my usual spot, turned off the key, and started to cry. I was crying because what we shared was not real. It was a hole in my heart..