‘Shit, you’re a great cocksucker,’ he laughed as he stepped into his shorts. ‘Thanks,’ I said angrily as I got up and stared at myself in th...e mirror. Without another word he brushed past me and left as I began to panic. I was a mess, my sweater was splattered with his cum. I quickly pulled off the soiled sweater and my loose bra before washing my face. I then replaced my bra and found a sponge under the sink to clean my sweater. As I stood at the sink in my bra sponging off my sweater I could. In time, I could feel my body becoming heavier, my pain dulling, and my mind slowing down. I was almost there, so close. Closing my eyes, I whispered one final goodbye and an apology.I was hovering in front of the black hole, still eating the star from the inside out. The black hole itself was now only about the size of an SUV. The whole mass looked less like an eye now and more like gargantuan maelstrom, the black hole similar to the darkness of the drain in an emptying bathtub. I was a. I’m so horny. I finger myself longer this time. A small drop falls from the spoon and lands on my nipple. I take the spoon and sc**** along the skin of my breast to scoop it up. The cold metal makes my nipple stand up nicely again. Using the bottom of the spoon, I smear a little more yogurt over the end of the nipple until it is completely covered in the reddish paste. A fingertip rubs across the erect nipple transferring much of the now warm yogurt leaving a little more for a second swipe. I. Well, in the sense Mike does them to you. And I know your next question and the answer is, I have no idea if I would like it, or if I could even do it. Maybe in the right circumstance, with the right guy. I know Mike talked to you about us wanting to have a baby together, but given everything else, it’s probably going to have to be artificial.”“But you could do it for that?”“Probably. I mean, the biological functions are there, but it might not be fulfilling, if you know what I mean. Kind of.