It was a big news day, I discovered. Some crazy chick tried to shoot President Ford. She had been one of the idiots who followed Manson, so I guess it...figured. What a nut job. As soon as I knew she failed in the attempt, I turned the T.V. off.The conversation was lively that night, and centered on the Perrys. Two of them, in particular. Robin and Wendy were enigmas, and nobody really knew them at all. The girls seemed a lot more bothered about that than I was. I figured that if they didn't want. God help me, I even helped her with it, a little. But I hated it. And when I saw the way they looked at me, the way they treated me, I realized ... Hey, they'd do the same to me at the drop of a hat. If they thought it'd get them somewhere, they'd slander me too. And I thought, you know, there are lots of people I would really rather spend time with." Oh?" Liz had asked, somewhat defensive. "Like who?" Well, I dunno yet, but I hoped a few of 'em might be here," Amy had answered, grinning. Her. .. comparing sizes. It was no contest! She was easily twice my size... despite her being flaccid and me being fully erect! But it only turned me on even more!She broke the silence by asking, "So what's your favorite way to get off?" Any way I can!" I quipped.A big grin spread across her face and she asked, "ANY... way?" putting a lot of emphasis on the word 'any'.I had an idea of where she was going with this. I felt comfortable with her and that I could be completely honest with her. So I. Here was a young man who had known his share of worshippers, who knew just how amazing his gift was, and who didn't mind rubbing my face in it. Which he literally did when he seized my hair and crammed me forward, turning my worldview into nothing but the sight, smell, taste, and touch of his enormous seed-makers. I tongue-lashed the maybe a fourth of one huge balls that would fit in my oral cavity, using my mouth-muscles to massage him, slap him, taste him and tease him, hoping to please.