To the hilt, as they used to say.Just a massive physical lunge, his rock-hard cock, slick with lube andprecum, just pummelling up my channel, into my ...eart, touching a part ofme I didn't know existed. Again my body was pushed and jolted, almost tothe limits of what I could take physically, and I arched my back evenmore. I was overcome with the feeling of fullness. I was enraptured bythe feeling, of having so much cock inside me, molding me to him, shapingme in his cocks' image, creating. Fortunately she only used her dildo about once a week. I think she did itmore to keep my spirits broken than for personal pleasure. Most nights Ispent between her thick thighs lapping and sucking on her smelly pussy.During the day I washed the dishes, did the laundry, ironed, vacuumed andall the assorted household chores. I was always in uniform with theproper lacy underwear showing through the thin nylon of the dress and aruffled white apron. My makeup was always done in a night time look. .⦁ When I got to the cafe, she was sitting by that big front window. From the street, I could see her red curls against the steamed up window glass. In fact, that was all I could see.⦁ " Okay,this might seem weird, Tom, but you already know me a little. right? I like to tell stories. I tell sex stories for sex, because that is so much fun, but this is not to make you horny. If we are going to get to that place, we'll get there, don't worry. I never shut up. This one is about my crazy. ... Two months before this evening,Silkie had learned that her friend and lover, Denis, was HIV positive. They were both actively bi-sexual, as were so many of their friends, so was her sister Rachel, so it wasn't that much of a surprise...but..in 1991, there wasn't much you could do.........Denis felt fine, but they both knew that AIDS would probably kill him in a year or two............or five or ten............ maybe all three of them would be dead by then.......or maybe he could go for a.