"Well honey, I was just thinking about what it would feel like to be a dad at my age."With a puzzled look and tears in her eyes, she confessed, "I did...n't plan this you know. However, I haven't really thought about what it would do to us, and what would happen next in our lives."Jack seeing her emotions reached out his arm and told her, "Come her sweetie. Now why the tears, we can't change what has happened and I for one, don't want to."Natasha snuggled up against him, she could feel their love. For a while before I went to room 604 with my drawings. She ate some porridge, she could not chew with the chain in, she was realising how foolish she had been.I worked steadily with the gold rod I had made from melting down some trinkets, curving it into a complex shape, strong yet flexible, easy to insert impossible to remove, and I made the tools to insert and extract it from plastic pipe. It was a work of art, something a Medieval torturer would have given his right leg for, something an. He turned his head to one side and said, “Carson, let me sit on it. I want to ride your cock.”I reluctantly pulled out and got off him. “Get on your back,” he commanded.I did as instructed and he climbed on top of me. He held my cock as he lowered his butt and my cock once again thrilled as it returned to the warmth of Gage’s insides. He started bouncing up and down as fast as I’d been fucking him but somehow my cock was going in even deeper.His rather long cock was slapping against my lower. "Care to enlighten me as towhy you practically avoided me the past three days? Or why you felt theneed to dump all over me and my dress?"I opened my mouth, but before I could respond, she continued."Don't play stupid, bro," she said, shaking her head. "I know I'm not asskinny as some of my friends. But that doesn't mean that I'll look like a'pale whale wrapped in dirty seaweed' at the formal." She used her handsto form finger quotes around the insult.My brain reeled. Are you fucking kidding.