That was something that she wouldn’t soon forget. I wondered if she thought about it; maybe relived the way it felt; maybe wondered how big it was a...nd how it would feel inside her? Overweight John couldn’t be very much fun in bed, so I had that going for me.- - - - -As our dance troupe grew in popularity, we got invitations to dance at venues all over the state, many requiring overnight stays. On some weekend travels, my wife couldn’t come because her hospital job required her to work every. She was still on top of me and my cock was finally shrinking and I could feel our combine juices running down my balls. “God, I am so tired now Sam. But I need to go to the bathroom.”Ann got up, and so did I. we started heading downstairs and I asked, “where should I sleep, the couch or spare room?” She stopped, and turned towards me and said, “you are kidding right? After what we have experienced today. Do you really think I wouldn’t want you in my bed?”“ I want to be in that bed, but I won’t. Pissing everywhere, but in the can till I could shut it off.I look over; through the dim light of the hall night-light I could see the red headed vision I had been dreaming of."Jesus Christ Amber! I am a little busy here", the tone I used was a bit brusque and instantly I amended it."I'm sorry Amber what is the matter", I asked seeing there was a bit of fear in her eyes, but also that her eyes were no longer looking at mine. She was now staring, openly at the object of my pride. As I sleep a'la. ]I drove to a quiet place where Ring brought back my red pickup and gave me back my normal appearance.I went to my special office and jotted down the notes I had taken on my interview with Ms. Eunice Jones. I had Ring check back on the other properties that my boss had bought through Ms. Jones. In four cases, the cops had listed those houses as current or former crack houses. Ah-ha, a pattern was beginning to develop. Now, all I had to do was to connect John Silverstone’s death unequivocally to.