“No, I don’t wear my leg all the time, plus I wanted to rest the end before my game. Any time I tried to skate would cause my leg to chaff and tur... red. Thanks to you, I have a new leg and prosthesis for playing hockey. I hope I can make you proud of me.”“I’m already proud of you, Jessica. You’ve been through a lot and I’m glad the Falcons and I were able to help out.”“It was very thoughtful of you and the team to hold a charity road hockey game to raise funds to purchase the artificial legs. For this she needed Dean to be nice and hard, so she crept forward and took Dean’s soft cock into her mouth. Under her expert attentions, he was soon hard again. ‘Wow, cocksucking must be genetic, because she is almost as good as her daughter.’ Lorelai took the teen’s cock out of her mouth and turned to Rory, ‘Here babe, you keep him hard while I go and get something upstairs.’ Rory eagerly complied as she started to stroke Dean’s wet cock. She started licking it, and she could taste her. The response was overwhelming. They all sent pictures of their cock. I didn’t have cock envy at all, I’m over 7 inches myself, but there were so many to choose from. I tried to imagine each cock, sliding in and out of her. How she would moan, how she would cum, how this cock would look shooting cum inside of my wife, on her tits, in her mouth. For the first time in my life, I jerked off to pictures of cock. I connected with one guy in particular. He was 29, with an 8 inch, thick black cock… and. It was bad enough that they knew that Mark was my best friend. All day people would pass me and avert their eyes. Whispers seemed to follow me wherever I went. A surprising number of people would stop me and either tell me they were sorry or ask me how I was doing. I couldn't imagine how it would have been if they knew about Shannon. I'd probably never get another date if word got out that another girl I was seeing had died. I managed to make it through to lunch okay. I ran into Tim on my way.