I was really feeling stretched as we got about halfway down his cock. He could tell I was struggling so he started working his dick back and forth to ...oosen me up some. I was amazed how good it felt. I could feel a tingle all the way from my ass to my dick as he moved back and forth. I became even more excited just thinking about what his cock would feel like when it was all the way in.He said, Remember to press. As I did it only took about three strokes to fill my ass with his cock.I was. Good, she said. Furthermore little dick boy, you won't be fucking me ever again. Now that I have big Steve for that. He satisfies me and fills me up the way I want it, and need it all the time. You can't do that so why should I bother fucking your tiny dick ever again! But I will give you a hand job now and then if you’re a good little dick boy and let me do what I want from now on. I might even let you clean my dirty ass to, you’d like that wouldn't you, you loser! Now get the fuck on. I brace on the wall, then the dresser as I hop over to it, and then I lean my hip against it as I splash water into my face. My reflection greets me when the water settles enough, and I look tired. I’m not fifteen anymore. My life is more than half done now – the majority of my life is over. What kind of narcissistic presumption let me accept Solas’ feelings? What can I give him? Another twenty years? Thirty? What is that to him? It’s nothing. How will he handle it when I die? He will be. She does the hair, makeup, and wardrobe for all our on-air personnel. She will either become your worst enemy, or your best friend,” Tessa kidded.“I’m sure it will best friends,” Paula offered, taking Claudia’s hand.“And I agree with you,” she smiled as they politely viewed each other.Next, Tessa introduced Blair Cameron, nicknamed Taz, who does the Sports. “Watch out for Taz, we call him that, like the cartoon Tasmanian Devil, because he’s nothing but a sleazebag skin hound who’ll fuck.