Being the bone gave her a certain power over them, which she retained at great cost. It was worth it.“I love it when men just have to be men,” she...chuckled to herself.Junkyard dogs were the kind who knew how to howl at the moon—although their meanness could get out of control at times. Men were so predictable. At least, most of them were. Cal confused her.As she kept walking she saw the diner about a block away and her forlorn car alone in the parking lot. Her thoughts shifted back to Cal,. She thought of the few guys (and two girls) she was with on campus but her classes and soccer had kept her so busy that it was never more than a quick fling. She smiled thinking of the one exception, Devon. They were friends since freshmen orientation and friends with benefits not long after. She got a warm tickle as she thought of him and his enormous cock.Her roommate Callie referred to it as looking like a “baby's arm holding an apple". Her roommate knew his size because he would gladly. "It's about time you showed them off my love," I heard a familiar voicesay from next to me. Glancing to my right, I leaned down and softlykissed the cheek of my 6 month pregnant wife Emily. She wore a silversatin silk gown that showed off her belly and only added to her glow,that glow that pregnant women have.The society that we were a part of didn't allow swaps with peoplerecovering from accidents or pregnant women, and for reasons that thecaretakers of the headbands didn't tell us, it also. In the mirror however, I can see you lifting my shirt, your freckled cheek flushed, your lips parted in that salacious lust-buzz. I feel that buzz too, accidentally moaning as your lips and teeth encounter my nipples.Your hand shoots out from under the collar of my shirt, your fingers finding my mouth and plugging it rudely. Your fingers taste like whiskey; I lick them hungrily, leaving one hand on the back of your head, encouraging you to bite at my chest to your hearts content – I’ll be good.