Idon't think I could recall washing it after my last use.Yes, I used it. Look at his little, tiny thing. Then look at the dildo.Of course, I used it! ...I fingered the keychain around my neck. He'sgrowing more and more contemptable everyday. What did I ever see inhim?This is where his life is: he only cums when I say "cum"; he never cumswithout me; I let him cum only when my arm is shoved up his ass and myhand has just in that moment ceased to touch his cock. He's got anenormous sunflower tattooed. She was obviously cumming again and he told her to that he felt her dripping down his balls. He fucked her like this for what must have been forty-five minutes. He now had her long legs over his shoulders and his hands alternated from rubbing her clit to fingering her ass as he plowed into her hard and fast. Pat kept telling him how fucking good his thick cock felt inside of her and how it had been too long since the last time he had stretched her out."Wow, you really are a slut." He said,. Yet, despite his attraction for the girl, he felt suddenly guilty as the face of his pretty blonde wife flashed into his mind.Well, hell he said to himself, if she can go gallivanting around to all these crazy cult-shops, then why can't I have an extracurricular activity of my own? Sure, why not?But immediately he tried to put these thoughts out of his mind. He had a lot of work to do and he knew if he started daydreaming about screwing every chick who drove into the station he'd not only ruin. Jenny's so different than Mitt. I can't believe how children in the same family are so different. I was scared to teach Jenny after Mitt, but boy was I wrong. Blah blah blah-"Mitt had stopped to take this call, and, without realizing it, had then been walking more slowly. Now he noticed the bus driving off, without him."Mom, it was me that paid for Jenny to go to law school-" Well, at least she got into law school! Why couldn't you get into something good? At least that girl makes me proud. And.