But instead she smiled nervously, wondering what would happen now. After a second shallow drag Tracy felt she had to break the silence: “Uh, is ther... anything else you wanted to ask me, Billy?”“Yes, Tracy. I want you to smoke that cigarette the way you really want to. You’re pretending to be a light, part-time smoker. But I know you’re really a total addict. I know you’re a smoking whore.”“What?” Tracy replied, insulted and indignant. “This is ridiculous! I am not going to sit here and be. ”After that he did ease up quite a bit but he was still pushing with his cock. It felt like my asshole is being stretched and stretched. I figure that when it stretches wide enough his cock will slide in and that’s just about how it worked out. When I was certain I couldn’t be stretched anymore and was just about to tell him to forget it he slipped inside me. I knew I had to force myself to relax or this would be a major disaster. Maybe that’s what saved me but so far the only thing I’m. So she regularly visits our place as she and my mom have good bonding. That has kept both the families in touch. Whenever she comes to our house, she is in a happy mood. Always talks to everyone with a smile. For a few days, she was not in a good mood. I don’t know the reason yet.I asked my mom what happened to her? She told that she is not keeping well. I thought this might be due to the menopause of ladies at that age. I didn’t say anything at that time.Next week I went to the mall to buy a. "I tink I wet, John!" she said,pointing to her pastel-printed diaper."Ahh. I thought I saw it sagging a bit," I said. "Come here, you cheekymonkey." Effortlessly, I grabbed both ankles and slid her to the edge ofthe toddler bed. She shrieked and started giggling. As I gathered thewipes and powder, I kept the high-pitched laughs going by tickling hersoft belly with my free hand. I was just about to remove the tapes whenthe giggling stopped cold. Her eye-line shifted to over my shoulder, andshe.