I want to be the one she wakes up to. I want (damn, I'm needy) us to be traditional, talking about our day, not pontificating on ball gags and butt pl...gs... ok, the butt plugs may remain in our conversation but with a ninety minute limit. It has all grown so confusing. She can be so loving and compassionate. That's who I fell in love with.The girl who made me cry happy tears. (A first and only). Now I search for any feasible solution that doesn't involve listening to Chris Cornell and reading. ”She lay back on the bed rolled herself so she was laying on top of me. I could feel her cock against mine, which only made me get hard once more. We kissed slowly as my hands roamed her back and ass. I could feel her cock get hard once more too, and she pulled away from me.I watched as she sat on my chest, her hard cock an inch away from my face. It looked fantastic. Her cock was veiny, and I couldn’t help admire it. She slipped her hand under my head, pulling it forward. I knew what she. The doctors said the casts come off in a couple of weeks, then you’ll be able to start… well you know.”I sighed and resigned myself to what was fast looking to be one of the most frustrating weeks of my life so far.The shower ended soon after, my mom cleaned my groind quickly and efficiently in an effort not to do anything too sexual, but the result was my dick was rock solid for half an hour after, tenting up the gown that my mother put on me to lay in my bed in. As my mother walked away her. We lived in each others pockets. My father used to joke that along with his new position managing the towns mines he had inherited a new daughter, Gina and Gretal..twins of the soul. Her family welcomed me as one of their own. It was the night of our school formal it happened. We had dates, twin brothers of all things, John and Shane, farm boys with little on their minds other than beer and girls. We let them grope at as through our dresses as we parked down the road from Gretal's place. We.