Making me feel like a worthless piece. Why do I want nothing more than to be yours? My body aching, just wanting to feel your love. My teeth stay sma...hed into my lip, trying to stay quiet, so as to not make you mad, just wanting to please you, day in and day out, but getting nothing in return. Your hand on my head, my eyes shooting their glance to you while soft purrs fill my throat, eyes glancing between lips and eyes, making me blush and bite my lip in embarrassment. Why can't I be myself. I leaned over and kissed her and asked her what she was thinking. She told me she was thinking about Pascal’s big black cock as she dreamt of him fucking her during the night and woke up horny. Then she took my hand and placed it on her pussy which was soaking wet. I began to rub her swollen clitoris and then sucked on her nipples. She gasped a bit and I whispered to her, just imagine he is sliding his length into your soaking wet love hole. She groaned and after literally about a minute more. Mum would often go to see friends after work and she was often at WI meetings too. It was not unusual for her to come home very late. I began to wonder. I looked up at the wall where her calendar hung. Mum’s scribbled writing was all over it, often with WI written to mark a meeting. There was nothing written on the calendar that day however. My mouth went dry as I stared at the calendar. All that day, various thoughts and memories flooded my mind. I remembered the perfume smell of the bathroom. Johnson, I believe you are next.’ As the well-endowed male made his way to the front of the room, several of the women (including Jen) let out some good-natured catcalls. He was clad in just a pair of jockey-boxers like those that Marky Mark so popularized. He stood before the class with his ripped hard body and explained that the women he is with always love to discover he is wearing them, which made him feel sexy. ‘Not to mention the way they accentuate that monster shlong of yours!’ Jen.