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For one thing, it reflects the strong feelings that I have in coitus with penis an affectionate and responsive female. I seem to go into a kind of trance with its feelings, and it is accompanied by a very strong desire for it to never end. That is just continue on forever. This has on occasion generated a smiling response on the part of the female who enjoyed it too, but never the less was satisfied with shorter contained sexual experiences, to gently ask, “Sir, are you done, yet?” Another factor is my love of my SPACE FLIGHT STORIES. They originally started as independent stories, but many of them followed a recognized pattern and so they blowjob grew into the saga that I have shared here. Several times I have thought that I had mined this story line to its completion, but I continue to find inspiration from its story arc, leading to newer stories from time to time. I suspect that if all the stories were ever gathered together in one volume, that it would be well over one hundred and fifty thousand words. The last known inspiration came from the love of gardening shared by my wife and I in our early marriage bigcock and on. She came from a family of devoted gardeners, and so did I. But she loved it and I came to love it through my love for her. Early in our marriage, we lived in a brand-new trailer park in a brand-new mobile bigblackcock home. As a gift to my beloved wife, I built a twelve-foot long and six-foot wide self-supporting greenhouse along the back side of our trailer. I got a lot of credibility and appreciation for that effort. We were dedicated gardeners and raised a lot of our seedlings from seeds. It involved transplanting them several times before taking them outside to harden them off for the growing season. My wife had gathered a bunch of three-pound coffee cans, common back then, to use for the last transplanting of our peppers and tomatoes before their eventual home in the ground. One of them got left with potting soil in it on the back-porch stairs with us not noticing it for some time. One day as I walked by, I noticed twin stems growing up from the soil right next to each other in the pot. So, I nosed around in the soil and found the husks of two nuts, one a filbert and the other a hazel nut. They are closely related, but the hazel nut is longer in shape. I showed it to my wife with the inclination to pull them up, after all we didn’t need a filbert/hazelnut tree on our small trailer park lot. But my wife remembered that we were going to move soon, because of a growing family and so she asked that we keep them. So, we did. When we moved to our new (to us) home not many months later, we took the coffee can with the growing resulting tree with us, and found a secluded place on our half-acre lot for it to grow. And grow it did, the tiny fused trunk grew up to being a twin tree of thirty feet high and about the same in breadth, under my containing pruning. One side had the rounded filberts and the other had the longer hazel nuts, and as the tree grew, its production became amazing. My head bigblackcock fell back, my long hair cascading down my back and bouncing as I was handled like some large rag doll. and yet hard tip of his cock. We have a past; he is trying to reach out.” Every time he smacked her, her ass jumped and her young pussy hit the bulge in his dhoti. I could hear the moans from his porn playing from his phone and I looked over at him. “Good morning my adorable little sister.” I responded. leave you sick and I had to treat you. 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