Right on cue Mary Jane exploded."Your problem Peter, is that you don't want me to have a career. You want me to stay at home and wait for you to decid...e to spend some time with me. When you aren't being Peter Parker, boy photographer, you are out web swinging and wall crawling while I sit here at home and stare at the walls and wait to hear that Spider-Man has finally been whacked by some super criminal or other. I'm not going to do it any more Peter. I will have a career and you can sit home. Sophia nodded sheepishly as Eddie pointed her to the cash register. Sophia straightened her soft skirt and sleeveless blouse she had worn for the occasion of a warm day and got to work. ***** Tom Anderson stepped out of the hospital doors into the rare sunlight. He had an hour break in between shifts, and he wasn’t going to spend it in the hospital. General surgery, the specialty he was training for, certainly wasn’t as nice and clean as his current specialty, anesthesiology. For one thing, he. ‘Sweet butt bitch, gonna fill your cunt then you gonna wipe your slimey over the dudes wet wipe face.’ he growls the words.‘Give it me, PLEASE give it me!’ she begs.There, his balls jolt. I kiss them as they spasm. I kiss them as they knot and I know it, my own caged cock is screwing itself like a worm in a hole and trying to spray its own pathetic dribble.‘Oh god, oh god, thank you Brewster….thank you, I can feel it darling. I can feel it shooting.’ Chloe’s face is flushed bright red, her neck. Her breasts were warm and soft and her nipples were small and hard. She reached for the zip of her shorts and was out of them in a flash. A pair of flowery, old-lady pants concealed her pubic region, and I pulled them down with Mary’s discreet co-operation. She was indeed hairy down there. Brown, straggly hair that wasn’t accustomed to being looked at, let alone admired. I slipped my own shorts and pants off and she watched me, pretending she wasn’t. She lay on her back with her legs apart,.