Keep me from thinking about it,” I said, pushing up my glasses and trembling. I glanced at the clock, but it was turned away. I didn't know how long...it was until midnight, but it neared. I didn't want to lose my futa-cock.And I didn't want Deidre to lose hers. She put a baby in my belly with it.“Please,” I whimpered, reaching out and grabbing her futa-cock, stroking it. The shaft throbbed in my hand, twitching and swelling. My thumb found the tip, smearing precum into the spongy crown.“I will,”. She grabs me by the backs of my knees and pulls me till I’m just sitting on the edge of the bed.“Is this what you had in mind for starters?” She asks just before she drops her mouth over the head of my dick. Instantly I feel the warmth envelope my pole. I can hear slurping and smacking noises as she slowly lowers and raises her head. She holds my legs apart with a hand on the inside of each thigh. Her head starts bobbing a little faster once she has got my knob all slick with spit.Oh Shit. .Twenty years ago, on my way home from work and whilst waiting for a bus (made a change!), I went into the pub next to the bus stop. I went in for a quick pint to kill 15 minutes and ended up staying 5 hours...and getting VERY drunk!! I was 21 years old and I'd ordered my pint, sat down and looked around the place. It was pretty empty, but there were 2 ladies in there drinking wine. They had a couple of empty bottles on the table, and one in a wine bucket. They were both maybe in their early to. But naught was to be seen. An early lamb, torn from the mother who had been herded away, cried at the top of the hill. The stream babbled under its crust of ice. But her father did not speak. His eyes were motionless, his face tinged blue, stiff from cold. And death. She knelt by him and wept, for how long she did not know, but when she raised her head again the noon sun was westering. She returned to the cave behind the rock, where she had hidden, returning home with her father’s stallion..