That's nasty.”“What? They’re really very similar. In fact, it’s entirely possible mayo is actually just factory workers’ jizz in a jar.“�...�That is entirely possible," I agreed with a laugh. "But you won’t make enough.”“Oh yes I will. I haven’t had time to jack off all week.”“That's nice, but still don't want it on my burger. Why waste it like that?”“What’s the big deal? I've cum inside your buns before,” he quipped."Well, that much is true.”“Hey, instead of getting my cum all over your glutes,. I told him I wanted him to imagine our new friendwas sucking him off and not think of me.Within seconds he was grabbing the back of my head and fucking my face so hard that I was gaggingon his big hard cock. It was so hot that I started to rub my pussy and finger myself – here I wasgetting my mouth fucked while my husband was thinking of another woman and the more I thoughtabout it the more wet I got! I knew I wouldn’t last long and decided that I needed – wanted to cum allover my hand….I. In a sealed medical container,floating in a viscous preservative fluid, I found a grey lump of fleshymaterial I recognized as one of the prosthetics K had forced on me solong ago. (Was it that long ago? For me it felt like only a few weeks,even though several months had passed. I'd only gone one day with thatdamn thing off before those bastards got me on the operating table.) Asmall jar contained the amber goo needed to bond the fucking thing to me.A small stick-it note on the inside, written. I’m going to be in Missouri in the fall for Basic Training, then I’ll be in California over the winter and spring. I’ll be back in July, about the time you get back.’ Paul handed Amy the folder. Amy gasped when she opened it and saw his military contract. Paul sighed, and continued. ‘I’d been thinking about this anyway, because I’m worried about my student loans. It makes sense that I’ll be in California…while you’re in London.’ Paul could not look at Amy for a few moments. His eyes were moist.