You’re pretending to be tired because you know I am, aren’t you?”“You know, most women would kill to have their husbands be able to read their... minds. You have become far too astute at reading my facial expressions. I love you, too. Before you say it, I won’t be disappointed waiting a day. We won’t die if we don’t have sex every day.”“Well, no, we won’t die. But what if my dick falls off from lack of use?” he joked.Grace tilted her head. “I don’t think it’s going anywhere. I’ve tugged on it. Since the advent of the Internet, storytellers have been replaced with binary code of ones and zeroes and high quality digital videos. I leased a small office between a Photographer’s studio and an Artist’s studio in my neighborhood. I figured that I’d redecorate it to my liking in between customers. Only, I didn’t get a lot of customers that first day that I was in business. Actually, the first month that I was in business, I didn’t get any customers until the day, Mr. Brown, the UPS man,. I had picked it up that morning after getting a second blow job.I kept the room door locked so Cristi (the wife) couldn't peek at preparations for her birthday. I deliberately refused to have sex with her Friday night to heighten both our arousal for Saturday. That was hard to do because she was so curious about the plans for her birthday that she offered to blow me and have anal sex, both of which she seldom did. But I was determined to make this birthday not only special but to reawaken. I stood back a bit and gasped out loud as my huge CD friend was now over 12 feet tall and his gigantic bra was even bigger than my biggest N cups and then he flipped his gigantic cock out of his ultra tight panties that were starting to tear it was a sit to be hold as it thrust out right at me a full 38 inches long and thick like a round fence post the huge giants balls as big as basket balls were bloated with gallons of hot cum, with a huge sexy grin on his face he reached down and took a hold.