One time he said that it was 5 inches already flaccid. Another time, he would say that the weight of his dick is what kills the gas mileage in his car... Anyways, no one really ever takes heed his self-observation about his dick. But it was something that was definitely on my mind when I was high. Enzo is a soccer player. Nicely built and under 6 foot, I would totally fuck him. Apparently, that was obvious to him and all the other people at the party because' as I've been told, I was trying to. Steve and I both hated it, but we never let Mom know because sometimes when she didn’t think either one of us was looking, she would cry. It tore me and my brother to see her like that but there really wasn’t a lot that we could do. Things went on like this for about a year and then Mom met Robin. I don’t know how they met but meeting her, had changed our circumstances for the better. It was Robin, that had made the suggestion that Mom could be making more money for doing less work, if you. ...." a said in my best game-show host's voice, and then in one thrust, sank in all the way, spreading her walls and literally pushing the breath out of her lungs."Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh" she moaned out, like the whore that she had now become. I withdrew and then pushed in to the hilt, causing her the arch her back in an attempt to keep me from being so deep."Resistance is futile" I added with a laugh. I was now doing a slow, rhythmic rocking and her eyes rolled up in her head. She began to moan. It was the same every night. I don't know why he even bothered. He could just come in the front door, holler out he was home and go straight to the den and wait for me to come get him when the food was on the table.I finished dinner, put it on the table and went to get him. Dinner conversation was the usual. "How was your day" stuff. I told him that I'd had a good workout; got a really good deal on some steaks and suggested that we invite his sister Millie and her husband Tom over for a.