"Friday," she whispered and closed the door behind her. I smiled to myself—Amy liked her mystery, and I had to admit that she was drawing me in.The ...eek dragged on, but Friday finally arrived. The clinic called with the results, and I realized that Amy and I were going to get a lot more intimate in the weeks ahead.I picked up some flowers and knocked on her door promptly at five. It immediately opened, and I took in Amy standing in a robe."How lovely," she exclaimed, taking them and inhaling. Her mind seemed to shudder atthe changes that on a reasonable level she knew were betrayals ofeverything she had been, but Michael had left her incredibly pleased atthe turn of events, and at the changes he wrought with each passingmoment.When he was done, he plucked his finger from her forehead as if from someviscous fluid, and stood back to admire his creation. Her state of mindreturned to a normal, thinking person, Jane tried to piece together whathad taken place. She knew he'd gone into her. . well ... stupid. Not one of those girls wanted to be stuck with him for a husband, because they all knew they'd starve if they had to depend on him for support.So, you ask, why then did those girls have anything at all to do with this stupid boy? It was because Jack was ... well ... hung like a horse. And not any horse. He was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big fat cock that stayed hard through at least two orgasms and had a queer looking little tip on it that invariably nudged through a. ”I looked at her, petite girl with her head down. She looked like a kid who waited to be scolded by her parents. “You know Ashley that I let you stay here and I don’t expect anything from you in exchange, but I fell in love with you and I want to be close to you as much as I can. You might not know but I don’t buy things for some random girls, you are special to me and I want to be with you, also physically. When you took my gifts I thought that you were returning my feelings or are you just.