He took the trash and the compost, but for some reason he'd objected to taking our recyclables. My wife was irate. She called the waste management fol...ks after he'd gone off and left us with a full bin the first time and been told there was something in the bin which wasn't recyclable. So she went out there and sorted through it - item by item. She found something way down at the bottom which, sure enough, shouldn't have been in there ... but how the trash man knew that that one item was in. All she had on was a tiny string across her waistline with an inch or so going down into her luscious crack. It was a string bikini for sure or at least the bottom of one. Then Cynthia turned back around to face me. I had to smile because she had two pasties with tassels glued to her nipples and covering her areolas. Attempting to cover her pussy was a tiny triangle of red material that was attached to the strings. I just smiled at her and then she started to shimmy and shake until those. Looking down the list of symptoms her eyes suddenly stopped on priapism, a prolonged erection lasting for hours at a time. Her heart skipped a beat, not only does Davon have a 14 inch cock, he has no choice but to last for hours at a time. She had to know more, She then googled priapism and clicked on a link labelled, "Priapism Obsession." It was a porn site all about men who were made to fuck groups of women at a time while they would be made to cum over and over engorging their dicks and. "The phone was silent for a moment before Paul's mom spoke again. "Thankyou, Megan," she said. "I'll tell him you called." Ok," I replied. It wasn't what I was hoping to achieve from the call,but it was better than nothing. "Bye."I heard a click from her end, and my tears began once more.---It took another hour to draft the statement with Dad's help; moreaccurately he wanted my help in drafting the statement. He wanted it tocome from Sarah, and not from her press people. Then, he sent it off.