In the meantime, with my wound healed, my skin recovered, and my libido restored; oh yes, and with Avril’s implied consent, I engaged in some light ...exual activity.Now that I was famous for being a hero, as well as for being a love-machine, everybody and her mother (literally in many cases) wanted to meet me. ‘Meeting’ me was a euphemism, I realised. And if I hadn’t, I would have done from reading their minds.‘Hope he rides me hard, he can’t be as humpy as they say, still, I have my dildo ready. . did dogs communicate? Would she find a whole pack of frenzied canines howling for blowjobs at her back door once the word was out? Yet, so hot was the woman, that even that idea was thrilling to her, The thought of a pack of horny dogs inspirational. She gave the boxer's cock another long, slow stroke.The knob flared and bubbled.Unable to resist the unholy impulse, Molly pushed her tongue out, and she gave the dripping tip of the boxer's cock a lick, lightly, uncertainly. She drew back,. I felt the hard head of his cock press against myhole. I felt his whole cock enter me in one slow, long, single thrust."I just luv sloppy seconds!" he said. "And sloppy thirds, is evenbetter!"I was glad he was the third in line. I think his cock would have reallyhurt if I hadn't already been loosened up and well lubricated with cum.His cock stretched me wide open. My insides felt like his cock wasdrilling a hole all the way to my stomach. "I like making women out ofmen," he said. "Does your. This would raise my self-esteem; at least, until I saw a beautiful full-figured woman with D-cup breasts. Then I would begin to feel like a little girl, waiting for them to bud and grow. Unfortunately, at 18, my body was basically done growing, and I hated it. The girls who were full-figured, with the large breasts, asses, and thighs, would be envious of me; I had curves, yes, but small thighs, just a small round ass, and little thirteen-year-old breasts. I was "cheerleader material". I frowned.