They were timid at first, but became inquisitive while sitting with us at the Perryville table during lunch. We all offered advice, about their classe..., what to wear, and how to stay out of trouble. In a way, it reminded me of my freshman year, except that they didn't have Kitty to entertain them each morning and afternoon.On Friday afternoon, I stopped by the café to meet the new manager. He told me to call him Abby, explaining that his name was Abbott. He was in his mid-twenties, single, and. The slimy red dick that sunk into my lips has now become a thick girthy dick that the largest of men would be envious of. But, even with every f****d entry of his growing knot into my pussy, I can feel, he hasn’t fully grown yet.With every thrust he makes, another burst of precum ejects from the tip of his dick. He is coating my insides with his hot, wet lubricant, and with every thrust, the head of his dick presses into my cervix, with a wet little pop, and a significant string of precum. Then Richard turned, laying me on my left side back on the desk, himself standing upright in contrast to my own supine repose. He tugged my right leg up, and over his shoulder, pulling my ass off the desk and onto his cock in a nearly half-split position. My eyes widened as I looked down, see how his thickness spread from this new angle in an obscene taxation of my labial elasticity. Intellectually I knew that my body would return to the same shape it has always been, but in the moment I found. They’d come to enjoy my weekly ramblings about my experiences as a reporter. I always had a good story for them. They would hang on to my every word, all agog, boys and girls together. ‘What you got for us this week, Pop?’ said Brian. ‘Something juicy, I hope.’ ‘Yes,’ broke in Jennifer, her straw-coloured hair framing an imperfect complexion. ‘Let’s have some scandal Pop, or a nice little murder story.’ ‘Yeah, come on, Pop… let’s have it!’ said another. And so I composed myself, took a sip of.