“Would you want your children to have thisnose?” He demanded.“Yes.”“You’re infuriating.”“I’m inf...riating? I’m infuriating?” She grabbed a pillowfrom the bed and threw it at him, smiling at the thumpas it hit him. “I don’t know why you’re so insecureabout this. You know I like your face. You should takemy word for it and not question it.” She crossed theroom to retrieve the pillow, tossing it back on the. I can feel it touching my stomach.Me – Ah it is amazing. Ah! Ah! Ah!Megha – Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Hmmm! Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck me harder!!!! Make me cum.I increased my movements and she also started jumping (literally).Phat! Phat! Phat! Phat! The room was filled up with this noise.Megha – Ahhhhhhhhh!!!! I am cumming!!!! I am cumming!! Oh shit!!! Yeah baby keep goiingggg…. Ahhhhhhhh.As she moaned, I felt her shudder and her pussy contracted around my dick like a vacuum. She lifted herself off my dick and. Not fat, but plump in a good way. She was kind of stuck up and acted like she was better than most. I always found that funny because before she married her husband, she and my girlfriend had very little. They weren't poor but they were not well off either. Her husband was sixty and not very attractive, at least in my opinion.One night we were over her Moms house and I was complaining about being bored. Her Mom suggested that i get a hobby. I didn't need a hobby, I need my girlfriends big soft. I was in worn flip flops a size too big that I’d found in the lost and found bin at the shelter. Hadn’t bathed in weeks, no clue on when I’d brushed my hair last, and my clothes were men’s sweats, stained and ripped. The fibers filled with smoke, booze, and shame.Maybe I was hours or days from ending up like my friend Ivy, dead in the vines and trash of a ditch two minutes from downtown. Maybe I had years more to waste away. I’ll never know. But I know I’m never going back. Everything.