You measured before you took the first one, and you were 7-1/2 inches long and 5-1/2 inches around. You had expected to get to about eight inches or s... and gain some girth, if everything went to plan. But by the time you exhausted your free trial, you had already grown to just under eight inches, and your girth was now at six inches. Jenny remarked that sex had been extra good lately, as youd been rock hard and sporting some of the biggest hard-ons Ive ever seen. She didnt know you were taking. If they need a job done, do it. But don’t get involved.”“That’s going to be tough.”“No, it won’t be. You do the chores, like in the Sturt, up near Milbrodale, and out west. But you stop. You don’t follow the breadcrumbs or the white bird to the witch’s gingerbread cottage.”“You’ve got the tale mixed up, but you’ve made your point.”“OK. We’ll I’m going to start writing; you go marketing: several days of lunch and dinner tonight. Don’t overdo it!”“Yes, dear.”My phone rang, but a glance told me it. "Oooo, watch me, Amy. Watch me!" I'm watching," Amy panted as Lobo devoured her plump tits. "Cum!"Holding onto his mane, Wendy twisted her hips and ground her clit into his prickly coat. "Ahhhh... I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Wendy bucked wildly, her tits bouncing as she twisted her hips and ground her climaxing cunt into Lobo's coat. "Oooooo... I'm cumming!" Hold on!" Amy squealed. She scratched Lobo's forehead. "Easy, boy. Easy. Cream, Wendy. Cream him but don't fall off."With Wendy thrashing. "He's cute." Thanks," Pauline nodded. "His name's Tyler." How old is he?" Susan..." my brother said softly."He's almost four," Pauline looked away from me, turning her bright blue eyes on her son's photographs."You're married now?" I asked and I was feeling bad suddenly for my earlier words."No," Pauline gave me a sigh to go with a weak smile. "His father is Donnie Carlson, remember him?" Mmmm..." I had to shrug because I didn't."He was the quarterback," Pauline made a little face. "He ... We.