I lost count of the guys who came in me and my whole universe became nothing but a giant, floppy, cum-filled cunt, just waiting for the next cock to g...et rammed up me. I think I had four or five more orgasms, and I peed a little. When it was happening, my whole world was centered on the cocks thrusting inside me. Some of them were small, some long and some were long and really thick, like a big, hot summer sausage. One was so big it felt like a baseball bat reaming my pussy, and I swear he hit. "I need to get some clothes," he said timidly.Reginald pushed past him."Get dressed and pack that pile of shit up and bring it out to theback garden," he growled.Charles dressed in jeans T-shirt and trainers, all the time looking athis feminine accoutrements thrown together in a heap on the floor,crying but trying hard not to.He scooped all of the clothing, shoes, makeup and accessories into twosuitcases and two carry bags which he bought outside to the backgarden as directed. He had to make. ’ ‘So, you think it’s right to be there when I need you and to be alone when you need me?’ Keven shrugged. ‘It’s a man thing. We don’t talk about what hurts us, we track it down and do alpha male things to it. Me snarling at you and everyone around me isn’t going to help anything.’ He resumed his pacing. ‘If you don’t want to talk, that’s fine with me,’ I assured him. ‘I’m here as moral support silently, then. Just don’t force me away.’ He stopped in front of me, his dark eyes searched my face. ... saw the trail. It was her child she didn't want to do it but she had to or it would get back in her pussy and rot her away - that was what it wanted to do. It was still a live baby of black grease and she burned it last and heard it cry agin cuz she had tried to kill him and he had loved her hard and he was that baby's daddy sure and that just ain't right. Not a love-baby. Not in Kentuck. Tennessee don't know right or wrong. Nobody knew enough God to give a damn down there. Lotta.