But I feel so helpless?what do you think?Best, Franz the FoolDear Franz:I polled some of my regular correspondents. Thibault, author of ?LETTER FROM F...AGSTAFF? suffers from Lou Gehrig’s disease, and his wife no longer has to tie him down to tease him. She is a loving nurse, but when it’s teasing and torturing time, she does her thing on his cock, and sometimes it’s painful, when she thrashes him with a piece of barbed wire. But he says it takes his mind off his illness, and he cheered up when. ”Beth knelt on the bench, where Darnel could still finger her cunt, and pulled down Darnel’s shorts freeing his giant black cock. She gasped loudly.“I guess what they say is true. That thing is giant.”Beth could only fit the head in her mouth, but she sucked on it like she was starving.“I’ll bet that little Tommy’s baby dickie hasn’t made you happy.”It seemed to Beth like the more Darnel insulted Tommy, the wetter her cunt got.Beth paused her sucking to answer. “Not even close.”“It isn’t really. He started gasping already, all suddenly I bounced up on down on his dick. I gripped his hair and he gripped my back, the bed shook against the wall I felt his dick go harder and his balls tense. I humped him as he slapped my ass and rubbed it. I got a tight sensation in the pit of my stomach, but I kept on bouncing. We held each others hands, he thrusted upwards towards me, I stopped much to my displeasure. I gave him a quick kiss, when I started again I humped him harder and faster until my. Love, trust and all those wonderful elements of a proper relationship. Those solid foundations meant Martin was able to communicate something special with me; a fantasy which he wanted to not just share but act-out with me. My body tingled with carnal passions. The man I loved, looking at me with a complicated mixture of desire and puppy-dog eyes; pleading for understanding of his perversion. “Do you want me to put it on?” I asked, holding the enormous fake cock against the crotch of my skirt..