When my time to reach a climax came I wanted only to plant my seed in the woman beneath me. When I felt the series of ejaculations commence I wanted o...ly to leave some of me in her. . . .to grow and become another person. . . .that part didn’t happen! After my first orgasm that night, with my member, still embedded deep in Bambi Lynn and if it had have been selected tool steel it could not have brought a stronger bond between us. We talked. . . .about sensation, passion and emotions still new. Other women seemed to do it so effortlessly, yet she seemed to have to put more physical effort into it. Occasionally, a young man from the deli would make an appearance and offer to help, which she always politely refused. The faint hum of the fluorescent lights as they bathed her in their pale white glow was occasionally drowned out by the bump of her cart as she struggled at each turn into another aisle. Her face started to take on a gentle flush as blood rushed to color her beautiful,. I don't have to listen to some TV bitch mooning over some sappy superheroes, too."Tony, as usual, was in a bad mood. He was in Newark General Hospital once more, this time recovering from the removal of both his testicles due to cancer. The doctors assured him that all tests indicated he was cancer-free now, but that was small consolation to a man who'd based his entire life on pride in his "manhood." Now, that manhood was completely gone and he felt like a eunuch. Not only that, but with his. The kids are out of town and my husband won’t be home another three hours or so. I have this time all to myself. Me and Mr. Dildo are going to have some fun. I kiss the warm plastic and stroke my face with this large, pink cock. I touch the insides of my thighs with the fingers of my other hand and I can feel how wet I am down there. I need it, I need it there, deep inside me. I need it to penetrate me, to impale me, to cut my breath and send my hips up in a savage spasm of raw pleasure. But.