The bad news was that he might die before I ever got to see him again. I was worried about him to say the least. I mentioned him to my husband just of...en enough that I knew he knew that I felt like a piece of me was missing. Don’t get me wrong, I did not dwell on him and bring him up everyday — it was really only like twice a year — but it was enough to make a point. I let my husband read the letter I clutched before it disintegrated under my mistreatment. It really didn’t say much, and did not. He told her to meet him at the intersection of Nike Dr. and Miller Ave. She approved and walked away. Michael really was amazed at how easy it would be to hook up with a girl, and she wasnt an ugly girl either. Nice boobs, tight ass, pretty face, what else could he ask for? It was just 2 days until it was on. While Michael waited for the day to come, he really just sat around the house, lifting weights, he was a bit chunky, but not overweight by no means. He just wanted to look his best. He ate. The head bigger than her fist. It was an immense cock and she must have it inside her.The man lay on his back in the center of the gymnastics mat. His identity didn't matter. Maybe she recognized him, maybe she didn't. All that mattered was the mountain of meat between his legs.She knelt close to it, salivating. She wrapped both hands around the thing. Or at least tried to. It was so thick, she could only cling to it like an uneven bar.And it was so long. Nine inches? No, she blinked. Ten at. He handed me one.“Your mother's idea,” he said. “I guess this all is.”I nodded as I sipped at my wine. The dry taste of the fruity yet sour drink filled my mouth. I had no idea if it was good or not, but the warmth it spread through my veins, different from the warmth rising out of my pussy, hit me.I needed more. I took a long drink, tilting my head back. I groaned at the flavor of the wine passing over my teeth. It was incredible to enjoy. I trembled as it settled into my belly. It sent this.