“Your problem is the size of your Penis,” he said, “To get your voice lower I’m afraid I need to cut off half of it.”“No way,” said the ...oung fella, “All the girls I go out with and get into bed say it’s the best time they ever had, so I’ll just have to put up with it. Is there anything else I can try.” He asked.“Well,” said the doc, “You could try a long sea cruise, without female company, it might help.”So the young lad hired a ocean going yacht and took off on a round the Pacific cruise,. He was a great guy, a bright youth ... the other guys were still just pigs.As for Barbara Jean, she wasn’t about to stop it now. She loved this! She loved being a fuckpig for these guys! She didn’t want it to ever stop at this point. She just wanted to keep pulling trains for the various men, to take their man meat and run with it ... and she frankly was tired of Brock cramping her style. She was done with this marriage. Brock had become boring. He wasn’t the bad boy that he used to be, the one. My pussy is oozing. First I thought to resist him. But my hand is not moving. I feel that my body is wanted to enjoy the new feeling. He put his next hand on my right boob. He massaged and pressed the boobs upon the cloth. A sound came out unknowingly from my mouth with pleasure. He understands that I’m enjoying. He leaned forward and gently kissed on my lips. His warm breath touched on my face. I’m getting hotter. He continued kissing. At the same time he removed my nighty hooks. Put his hand. Even through the chaos, I could tell this wasn’t a routine and random attack. There were too many mortars attacking, and too many explosions, and they were big explosions, too. Something hit my right leg like a baseball bat, and I staggered, but I didn’t fall, and I made my way to the side of the CP and began climbing the stairs that we had built on the side of the building. We no longer had to scuttle up through a hatch in the roof.I made it to the roof and scrambled over the side of a sandbag.