"And the ruining of...."
We had been doing it everywhere in those weeks following the cue ball incident. In the kitchen, in the bathroom, and in the garage! We were like teenagers on a voyage of discovery and our love was well fed by...
"And the ruining of...."
I had christened him cueball, because of the ball like lump in the center of his penis, and it had stuck. It was partly due to it being easier to refer to him in a joking manner, and partly because...
"And the ruining of...."
He had spotted straight away that she was now bare and that she was open to him. He lay her down on her back and positioned himself between her legs, her sopping wet pussy was now right there in front...
"And the ruining of...."
After the whole dildo incident, my confidence of fulfilling my fantasy was at an all time low. Some time passed, a few months, even a year, before I started re-sewing the seed. My next assault would come in the shape...
"And the ruining of...."
After he had finished with his speech, like a teacher, he asked if we had any questions. Whether it was the mixture of nerves and jealousy or the fact that I was fighting off a hard on at the thought...
"And the ruining of...."
It was a friend from work who put me onto him. A friend of a friend had used him in the past and it was said that he was good, so I took his details and sent on a photo...