"There was no doubt about it! They were talking about size. The size of the implement used to fuck them! These women believed size mattered. I wondere... if they believed in such a thing as too much size.I tried to keep my eyes down as I finished eating and then sipped my coffee. Their conversation continued along the same lines, with nothing said that would dissuade me from believing what they were talking about. An idea began to form in my head.Leaving enough money on the table to cover the. Then Taylor had asked sweet Ms. Markovic if she wouldn't love to have the body to go with her slutty dreams."Uh?" she had said around his rock hard cock. Her blue eyes had opened wide."Wouldn't you love to have even bigger tits, honey? Tits to fuck cocks with? And a great ass to get fucked in? So all the world would want to fuck you silly? Fuck, fuck, fuck?" Uh, uhh!!" she had gurgled And another Reload-enhanced blast of cum had hit her throat.The dedicated slut had swallowed it all. Then she. ’ She glared out at me and smiled at last. It was thin and soft, but expressed enough, and all that was truly important, that it was a real smile. I looked up and assessed the house. It held a large arch that pressed over the door. It was carved with small vines and had a small tinge of green. The door was a heavy double door that could have been 23 years old. The small porch that the home held was supported by four columns that were curved and seemed slightly worn. There were dead leaves that. Even as a sixteen year old, he felt no embarrassment in crying.As the service reminisced about Joe’s life from family and friends, Joey remembered the good times he had spent with Grandad Joe. The fishing trips to the local gravel pits, even though they didn’t always catch anything, it was just being with the nicest man in his life. Having lost his father when he was only seven years old, Grandad Joe featured as the father figure. He only had the grandparents on his mothers side, his fathers.