. but I just love it. The stories, the Super family, and the new Superboy Jonathan? So adorable! Not many people like it, and I get it, but I guess...... to each one their own I guess...But this entry tonight is not for me to talk about Superman, but about... well... who I am.Sorry about how I unevenly write, I'm just not used to it, but here we go!I... am adopted, I don't remember when or how I got here but the bomb just dropped one day for me. My parents called me down and told me one day. I'd. “Now my dear tell my guests why you use the dog”, I asked, knowing it would humiliate them both.She said that “it was to achieve a level of relief she used the dog as her husband’s tool was unfortunately just too small.” Melody, never having seen a small penis, asked if she could see it, I said it was up to its owner, and Jack red faced but compliant as ever stood, told the dog to stay which it obediently did, then approached Melody. Standing before her, and dropping his trousers for her. My cock was throbbing and was more than ready to get in on the action. I slithered up her body, kissing and nibbling on the way. As my cock neared her sopping wet pussy it squeezed its way right inside her. We started slow kissing passionately, sharing each others cum. Picking up the pace little by little and thrusting with a motion that would help me last. Her nails tore at my back as I felt her hot cum all over my cock. This got me going, I started thrusting wildly, deeper and harder. Her. That was when Jeff volunteered to pick up my wife before the party started so she could help with the set up, and also so we'd only have one car to drive home afterwards. We only lived less than two miles apart. I thought it was a great idea, and practical, so I called to check with her. My wife thought it was a great idea.Harry finally showed up and we made our beer and wine stop on the way to Pat's place. The party was in full swing when we entered, with people everywhere. We stuffed what.