Talking to her seemed futile. She was always on some machine working out with the intensity of a mad woman. The best I could get out of her was a ‘h...llo’. It seemed that anything beyond that was out of the question. One day while doing my usual routine on the Universal, I again caught myself sitting there lost in fantasy as E.B. Girl did her thing on the treadmill. I must have been lost in thought for several minutes thinking that no one noticed when suddenly she stopped the machine and turned. We kissed and she left, saying she had a nail appointment. But what she was really doing was meeting another guy to go out on a date. (this is just how me and libby's relationship was.. We fucked, then we'd fuck other people... I miss that girl!!!) I left my camper after having a few shots of jack from my hidden bottle and went to feed my steer. He was a big black sonuvabitch with a white face, and he could damn near eat his own weight in corn every day. I had gotten him pretty tame. I curled my tongue and slowly I entered itpumping my tongue in and out as if it were a small prick or wet finger. Heexclaimed " Bedu mama! Io voglio! Sigue, O Tomaso e bene, molto bene! OGesu mio!" Which is the Sicilian dialect for: Holy mother! I love it!Continue! Oh Tommy it's good so good! O my God (Gesu means Jesus but istranslated as God)! He held the back of my head as his ass muscles relaxedand I could see his hole opening more and more. He was so clean that Icould get my whole tongue. He began to review the day’s events in his mind, and was brought up short. Just before Ms. Kelly had taken his penis in her hands he had been worried about it size, but when she touched it, it suddenly grew. Alan got out of bed and turned on his desk lamp, pulling open the drawer to get his ruler. The memory of Ms. Kelly holding his penis was arousing him, and he wanted to measure his cock. He pumped it in his fist a few times, and it began to grow to full length. With his left hand he place.