I began laughing until tears rolled down my cheeks when I saw her expression. She held the tube in one hand and my now hard and pulsating cock in the... other. She threw the toilet paper tube over her shoulder, sat on the toilet, and began to fill her mouth and throat with my sleeveless shaft of flesh.“It would stretch me quite a bit,” she said.Her words had ended my toilet paper tube remembrance and returned me to the phone conversation.“Pain and pleasure are fun together but only if the pain. 'It's late so I poured you some juice.' she said and placed a glass on the table. I noticed her breasts through her shirts neck. They were nice, just fit for my palm. I was lusting over her. I touched her arm as she was bending. She didn't startle but instead looked at me. I saw in her eyes that she was getting aroused as well. I pulled her over and she sat on me lap facing me. She kissed me hard, her tongue searching for mine. My hands run around her body feeling her breasts and grabbing her. In all his adult life though, other than those good periods with Donna, he'd never been happy. He had convinced himself that those good times had come with too high a price tag in misery. He decided to phone his mother."Ma, I need to ask you this and I'm sorry if it causes you more pain. If you could go back and change it, so that you and Vince never had met, never dated, so you'd never known him at all, would you?" Jim waited, holding the receiver to his ear, fully expecting his mother to get. 2006 – From Central America to Togo, AfricaThree days after my meeting with Sister Maria I was sitting in a plane on our flight number three – out of six on our route – with Pam. Without any warning I heard the words any father fears more than anything else in the world, as Pam came back from the plane toilet."Dad, I think my period's started."Yes, Pam started her first periods ever on our flight from Bogota to Sao Paulo. Since the Company wanted to route us so that we avoided all US airlines.