His wife was getting pounded in the next bedroom. There was only a poor wreck of a mattress on the floor. No bedframe could accommodate her bulk when ...anyone was also in bed with her.He hadn’t been in her bed for the last year. She had a ravenous appetite for food and every bite showed in the rolls of adipose tissue that was everywhere on her frame. Sex had been impossible. The head of his five-incher could barely touch her vaginal opening using the best position. No damned fun for him or her.He. Thought it would be really cute to trick Taron with those boards, didn't you?" Zach barked out a laugh, then tried to compose his face into a more sober expression. Zach and Jon had been playing around with some prop lumber, stuff precut so it would break easily. They clobbered each other over the head and stuff, managing to convince Taron, who played their kid brother, that the whole pile was phony. They were hoping he'd clobber himself on the head with a real board.Unfortunately for them, as. "You gonna get started?" Calm down." He was right, I thought. Time to get on with the weekend. Istood and walked over to the machine. It stood at chest height, with atouchscreen panel facing the user and a small vending slot midway down thefront. I could tell Josh was eyeing me with curiousity and buildinganticipation. I swiped my bank card beside the touchscreen and watched themachine spring to life with my history and a million possibilities.Normally I would have to scroll through the options. You say, “I will guide you in the beginning baby but the you will be flying off on your own wings baby.You place both hands upon my ears and guide my head down to your pussy. I can hear my hear racing. The sound of my heart pounding is broken, by your pillow talk voice saying, “Now lick mommies’ pussy like ice cream. And not just any ice cream. I want you to pretend that it a hot sunny day. You have an ice cream cone in your hand that is melting. So, the object of the game is to lick my hot.