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Cock.........feels..........like".He was moaning and gripping my arms as I rammed his tight arsehole."It hurts Mr Wallis......stop.....please....it hurts.....".However his protest soon turned to words of encouragement as he began to loosen up his arse and settle into the thrill of the fuck."I like it now........Oh! Mr.Wallis........I love it"."Well lad" I said "I'm going to fill your tight little bum hole with a bollock load of spunk, much the same as you dump your sperm fuck load up my wife's cunt. You don't worry about your fucking baby batter do you, you just fuck her till your balls splatter her fucking twat"."I'm sorry" he whined "I'm sorry".I just let him feel the hard jabs of a cock ready to cum and when it did I shoved deep inside his hot hole and let my prick spurt."It's you Mr. Walls" he said pathetically."What do you mean?" I said, pulling my cock from his throbbing hole."When I fuck Mrs. Wallis I'm thinking that it's you Mr.Wallis, it's the only way I can cum, by thinking. Motherly love you could say.In the summer of 1916, I heard the tragic news that Mr. Simon had been killed in action. He was my friend and mentor at the bookshop. Again the shop closed for a few days as a mark of respect. That evening I was trying to enjoy a glass of apple wine but my thoughts were distant.Why did I never allow Mr. Simon to fuck me in the book cellar? He had been trying for years. Did he meet his death never having enjoyed intimate times with a female? I felt guilt! The wine had taken its toll on me. My overcoat was all that was needed as I slipped out into the night. Rain was forecast. There were many public houses around the docks but the most likely was the Bull and Bush?I had to wait in the dark alleyway for several minutes before a suitable gentleman staggered out of the pub door. Being a good Samaritan I offered to help him on his way. No sooner had I put a supportive arm around him than he had hold of my tits? Rough behaviour and foul language seemed to be his.
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