As Mum often said, I was as snug as a bug in a rug. Maybe I was asleep.A hand gently gripped my shoulder and gave me the tiniest of shakes.“Wha... ?... What is it?” My voice sounded weak in that same big empty hall. I could hear it all croaky and hoarse and confused – just like Tara sounds like when she’s woken up from a deep, deep sleep.“It’s time for you to get moving.”The voice was gentle but I still didn’t recognize it. I had no idea who the woman was or where I was. I turned my head and. Knowing tho to take it slower than I did last time. I was sore for a week after that one. So I press slower onto it this time trying to move it in and out of my plump pussy hole. I did this for around 5 minutes until it's massive head finally pushes into my ass. The feeling as it pushes slightly deeper in, how I feel as it stretches every little bit, soaking it in... the pleasure of it... so hard to explain... I just want more. Pressing it deeper in I make it to the first ridge. These ridges. It felt great knowing that I didn’t need to worry about money ever again. I knew that I could instead focus all of my ‘creativity’ to further pursue my passion. I drew up a plan to take my passion project to the next level. With the help of my follower base, I was able to make my dreams a reality. You see, my passionate and borderline obsessive follower base had had grown to tens of thousands of men across the world. All I had to do was lay out what I had planned to them, and it didn’t take. All in all, he was what I would have wanted for a brother if I'd had a real one. Don't get me wrong, though, because I loved George. When he and Janny were dating, they'd often take Erica and me with them to restaurants and movies and such.Dar, though, was different. He would often sit by himself reading one of Dad's old books or play with the computer. Sometimes he would sit by the kitchens glass door and just look outside. When it rained, I'd often find him outside just looking up into the.