Within hours we had at least fifty requests to be the well hung black man that she had fantasised about.We spent the evening going through the replies...and removing those who didn’t make the mark. By the following evening we had over two hundred replies. Two hundred men wanting to fuck my girlfriend was more of a turn on that I had thought possible. She narrowed her massive selection down to two. ‘BIG COCK 28. I KNOW HOW TO USE IT!’ had sent a full fontal picture of himself. He didn’t even look. " What do you mean you can't? Why couldn't you tell me your girl friend's name?" Well, she's not my girlfriend." he blurted out."So there's a girl out there, who has seen you naked, and who you are so infatuated with that you think of her all the time, and who affects you so strongly that whenever you think of her you get erect." Valerie stopped painting and stared at her son. "But she's not your girlfriend, and you won't tell me her name."Robby, thinking he was saying it under his breath, said. Briskly, surely, Mr. Bowdoinham ambled to the desirable squish of the feces-ridden soles of his loafers. He chuckled an insane, maddened chuckle, thinking of how he would enjoy nothing more than to remove these festering shoes and savagely beat a young boy with them, gently forcing open his virgin mouth and forcing him to suckle upon their soft, leathery husks as the excrement dribbled into his salivating mouth, its sharp taste causing him to produce a vomitous spray of partially-masticated. It'll be okay..."When the world came back to me, I found myself in a position I'd long associated with comfort: my head pillowed on a woman's breasts. I'm sure there's some sort of psychology involved – Freud would certainly have an opinion on the matter. The funny thing is: my mom doesn't even have a really big rack, and yet in my choices for romantic partners I'd clearly gravitated toward the more well-endowed females of the species.The breasts I currently lay on fit in this category; they.