He swore with pleasure, and groaned again. She couldn’t manage to take it all in, but he didn’t stop forcing it in. She gagged again, and choked. ...e didn’t take it out, he wouldn’t. He’d rather have her choke to death before taking his hard-on out of the one thing that was soothing it. “Fuck… this feels so damn good.” He finally admitted to the pleasure, but she couldn’t respond. He forced more of it in, and she was unable to gag there was so much. It blocked the back of her throat, keeping. Holding him firmly by the hips until I got to my feet and with the help of Terry, who by then was the most recovered of father and son, we guided Simon to the nearest armchair where he sank down like an old sack. He lay there mumbling something inaudible with his shrunken cock hanging over his sagging ball sack and his trousers below his knees. A picture of orgasmic bliss, I thought. But what about me! I hadn’t reached my orgasm throughout all of this and in spite of three wonderful. You...she was only five andit has been..." Thirty years. Thirty years ago today, in fact." A five year old brain can't hold all the memories of forty-two years." Not all, but enough. First record, Ed Sullivan, the Army, marriage, LasVegas..." ...and a midnight visit to a run down pawn shop on Beale Street?"She nodded, her dark brown eyes brimming with tears of relief."The memories were crystal clear at first, so I was just pretending to beElise. It got easier as time went on and my...old life. Sure enough she did come back to my apartment and my friend and his gal went back to his. We started hooking up very soon after we got back to my place and it wasn't long before we were both nude. "Oh my G-d, it's true," she said when she first set eyes on my cock. Yes, I too was reminded of that scene from Boogie Nights: "Oh, it's true ... your are Brock Landers." I said, "What's true?" She then replied, "I heard you had a big one." Apparently, my friend who had never seen, but gave me the.