"What's the story with you and Greg?" Okay, okay..." I sighed. "The short version, cause I'll have to pee in about five minutes."It seemed like I alwa...s needed to pee then and it was probably the thing I hated most about being pregnant, even more than the backaches I got sometimes."Well, Greg and I knew each other in high school. I mean, he was my boyfriend. We'd known each other since, I don't know 5th grade probably. But we were never friends really, it was just a small town. So we'd noticed. I had skimmed over them before, so there were no surprises. The whole process would only take a few minutes. I placed a few sheets of newspaper across my desk, a habit I had from my hobby of building and painting model airplanes, and began.Step 1: Turn upside-down and remove base. Attach the base to the top end and use as a stand.Piece of cake.Step 2: Cut a small corner off bag of sand with scissors. Carefully pour into lower half of Ant Farm until filled.This should have been easy, as well.. But I know you, or the you I think is you, and only the literate, married gentleman who fucked my greedy, cum-famished mouth in the Evergreen Borough Library late one sunny winter morning would make sure he noted, almost as an aside, where we were in the stacks: the gloriously profane detail of that public cocksucking taking place in “the 200s,” as you wrote—“Religion,” according to the Dewey decimal system.And only that same gentleman could not resist all the other little coded bits: the name. Does that feel good?” I remember his reply was verbal and definite. “Yeah, for sure,” he said. I pulled off David’s underpants exposing his beautiful hard and jerking penis and scrotum. Pre-cum was oozing and drooling out of his young cock. I couldn’t resist, I leaned down and licked the pre-cum off of the head of his penis, then went down on him and took his young penis in my mouth. I gently sucked David’s seven-inch penis and moved my mouth up and down on the shaft of his erection while.