Bill?s smile was broad.?Alright then.? Harold was beginning to breathe hard, staring at the conjunction of my cock in the muffin?s cunt. His right han... slipped into his shorts and he began to massage his own penis.Her hair was tossed across the soiled old pillow as she shook her head back and forth, squealing behind the ball gag, her eyes wide and staring imprecations at me. Her cheeks were flushed and wet with tears. Her chin with its darling little dimple trembled with emotion. Her chest was. Had been in that backseat. Alive he was much larger than a foot across. He’d been obese at a time when obese was a curiosity, not a standard. Mark K. had been in the front seat, but, ended up outside on the rails, we heard.This was the Tuesday after the Friday when a train had smashed that Beatle. As I peered in, the remaining K’s were seated in the living room eating off metal TV trays. The daughter, the driver had survived. Her arm broken she was seated on the couch. They had a color TV, the. Phyllis looked me up and down with that righteous look that we shemales sometimes get from those unused to an alternative out in public. Geez! I thought, It’s not like I’m in full-blown drag or something…I’m just a little queer. “Oh, you must mean Johnny Rodriguez… he gets all the ladies’ business… and he always makes the sale… if you know what I mean,” Phyllis said with a little smirk as she emphasized the word “ladies.” I was starting to get the idea that Johnny was a real player and that all. I started it by saying, "I like a man that can go for a long time." That's me!" Roger replied."I mean a LONG time, like 30 minutes or more without coming," I said."My record is six hours," he said, not in a boastful way."Impossible!" I exclaimed."No, really. Six hours," he said."Did you partner use superglue or something to prevent you from movinginside her? Six hours would leave me insanely sore," I said, playingalong with him."No, my partner sat in front of me, touching me with her hands,.