”“He stopped our fun, Frank,” Alice cooed in the background. “But we met a new friend. Natasha.”“Hi,” a woman said then she squealed.“...Ladies,” Mark snapped. “Stop that.” He cleared his throat. “That's the other thing we need to talk about. Your wife...injected something into one of my employees, and there are...side-effects. Impossible side-effects.”“Look at my big boobies, Mr. Peterson,” the new bimbo giggled. “Oh, they're so big now. I bet you just love looking at them.”I groaned, my dick. For some reason, I was practicing parallel parking in front of our house. No one has to parallel park these days, but it's on the test. Mom had placed traffic cones along the curb in front of our house for me to squeeze the car between them. Finally, after the fourth try, I got the hang of it."You know Misha," Mom said, "you are going to pass the test with flying colors." Thanks mom. Now I can finally ask a girl for a date. Girls just don't go out with guys that don't have a car." What do you. I bore down and begged him to go slow. He did. I wish I had more to drink, which is amazing because I know Iwas hammered. Anything to take the edge off his 7" prick that felt likeit was splitting me in two.When Stacy Hamilton loses her virginity to Ron Johnson, Audio Consultant,in Fast Times at Ridgemont High, she confesses to her friend Linda thenext day that it "hurt so bad." Amen Stacy. It fucking killed. But hecame inside me. I felt like such a slut. Still do. I will get betterat. Looking down she could see a wet spot growing in his denim jeans. It was spreading down his leg from the tip of his cock. The cum that he had just ejected seemed to be flowing wildly down his leg. She said that she was amazed at how big the stain was getting and how fast it was moving.With his pants suddenly wet, he was now the one turning 100 shades of red! That’s when, she told me, he had decided he needed to leave - before I got home.I could not tell for sure if she was embarrassed with what.