Amazing,” he told her. She smiled. “Better concentrate on the road,” she told him as he stared longingly at her legs. “Everything fit okay?�...� he asked as he looked ahead. Claire laughed. “What’s wrong?” She laughed again. “I knew you were going to ask that,” she told him. “And the answer to your next question is no.” “What question?” She shook her head. “You can’t blame a guy for trying,” he told her. She laughed again. “They fit fine, thank you,” she told him. “Anyway, where is this. Well, now let me tell you about one crucial thing that changed my life. Once, Tammy was writing a term project on English classicism, so she asked me for help. She called me suggesting that we meet for an easy drink and solve her troubles. Naturally, I agreed. She suggested a gay bar near her home and we agreed to meet at 7pm. I know one interesting thing about her. Tammy is a lesbian who is in a relationship with a beautiful, tall, sexy woman. Jodi is her name. She is quite masculine in her. First the head popped into me. Slowly he fed about an inch into me and then pulled back. Then it was two inches then three. He completely filled me as he slowly pushed into me. I’d never felt so full before, but then it felt really good too. I never did feel the pain so many virgins feel, probably because I’d been using my hairbrush handle for so long. He had been slowly moving in and out of me for several minutes, and then he pulled almost all the way out and asked if I was ready. I nodded and. But that did not mean I could not have a little fun. Of course, finally said the woman as she unlocked the cage door. As soon as the son was escorted back in, she came out with the father. He looked exactly like his child but for one small detail. His cock was larger. At least it was in my fantasy. But the truth was, I had never seen his real manhood and I never would. But that was not going to stop me from fantasizing about it. Obviously, the pound worker barely had time to lock the cage.