If it had a pulse, I fucked it. Man, woman, beast. It didn’t matter. If I could have combined the efforts of each one of these species into one huge...fuckfest, I would have. I cringe writing these words. One person in my life knows about my closet. He is my ex-husband, and a large part of that closet. He has rummaged through it, and been horrified by it for the most part. Out of love, once upon a time, he closed and barricaded the door, so that nothing accidentally spilled out at inopportune. She was too small, too lithe and fragile looking to be able to do what he wished she could do.You see, the prince had a problem. Somewhere along the way one of his ancestors must have had sex with a horse, because what the prince had hanging between his legs belonged on a horse. The tip wasn't too bad, being almost normal sized, but when stiff, the prince's penis was a full twelve inches long and quite possibly as big around as a well grown cucumber. While he'd been able to stuff it into the. I was turning to leave when the guy said, "Hey Joe. Got a minute?"I headed over to his desk and he was sweating bullets. As I pulled up a chair, the bitch left in a huff after giving him a very dirty, fuck off and die, look."Look man, I got three little hungry poop factories to feed at home now," he told me quietly enough that even if the bitch came back in she wouldn't hear him pleading for me to do him a solid. "The others haven't done shit for months. When they found out we were pregnant,. I hadn’t seen him move at all. “I’d love to get you out of it,” the blond continued, looking at me as if I was something to eat. “John,” Damian called out, his voice suddenly changing to something harsh. “Back off she’s mine.” Damian rose and walked over to me as the others moved, retreating into nearby darkness. “Damian come home,” I whispered, when he was close enough. My voice wouldn’t raise any louder than that. “Do you believe me now?” “What?” “Do you believe what I told you?” I shook my.