I assume the wedding is still off?”“Very much so! John knew Lisa had been pretty free with her affection before they started dating. It was the st...ff after that he couldn’t accept.”“So now what?” I asked.Jeri sighed, “I tried to talk to Samantha again, but she’s not talking to anyone right now.”“Her dad invited me to dinner on the 10th. Hopefully by then she’ll be willing to talk to me.”“Are you going to take her back?”“I’m not sure I can or should,” I said. “I’m sure you can imagine that. My wife reached for the inflation bulb, and in a fewseconds I was begging her to stop pumping, feeling the huge balloonstretching my insides, pulling out sphincters together with no chance ofescaping other than deflating the infernal thing. We were now attachedto each other butt-to-butt, like a pair of screwing dogs with twisted-upgenitals, moaning and panting from the sensation of internal fullness.Every move that one of us made now was felt by the other one through theshaft anchored inside. She would explain to her what she was going through, and ask her if she could stay with her until she could take care of herself. It was summer, and Kari had just graduated from high school. Her father kept emergency money in the bottom drawer of his desk and all she had to do was wait for him to go to work and then get the cash. There wasn't enough to fly to L.A., but there was enough to cover bus fare. On an impulse, Kari threw away most of the dull and colorless clothing her father brought. They ran their big hands all over my body. They caressed my balls. They pinched my nipples. They licked my thighs. Someone squirted a whole tube of KY jelly up my rectum, and they laughed as some of it oozed out and made my bottom slick inside my panties. My cock was now pressing hard against the front of those panties. The tip had poked out above the waistband. I was panting with desire. My cock wanted to explode.Even though Jim had warned me not to, I begged them to fuck me, but that only.
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