" No, you are real friend," I continued coldly. "A life-saver." Idiot."I was watching the game. Of course, the volleyball. I couldn't remember ifI pla...ed any other sport, when there was a mixed group on PE lesson. Ihated PE. In my high school I finally convinced my parents to release mefrom these lessons. I liked swimming or running and I trained them anyway,but running after a piece of rag I was naming a ball was humiliating. Andalways, just always I had to be hit by a ball in face... Then it. It was great andI never had to meet people in person... but it took to much time fromPeyton. Besides, Sean made enough for us to live comfortably. I offeredto manage the household income, but Sean just chuckled and said that itwas a man's responsibility. I don't think he knows how much that hurt.Sean was happy again, Peyton loved having her 'mom' around, and I evenfell into the role of perfect housewife. Anytime I'd try to talk aboutSean meeting new women, he'd just brush it off saying that. I'm standing over her admiring the view. The dim light from the street light glistened on her which increased my feeling of power and control. She can see in my eyes that I'm savoring the moment. Her eyes are fixated on my large penis standing from my groin like a large piece of forbidden fruit ready to be picked and enjoyed. She can see that it is full of blood; she can even see the blue veins running through my hard shaft. My huge cock is something she fears and craves remembering the pain. “Now, the fun can begin,” Pam said as I felt her pull out the plug and replace it with a finger. Then came the strap on, it didn’t seem as large as her nightstick, but it felt so much better. Kind of soft, but yet still hard, I think I could get to like this. I lost track of time, as Pam was pounding on my ass, until a buzzer broke me out of my trance. Without removing her cock from my ass, she reached over hit a few buttons, then was right back to pumping in and out of me.I started slipping.