You mutter something under your breath that I don't catch. I place my head at your opening and slowly start to press into you. You lean back on me, on...o my cock and you start to moan. You're tight. Really tight. Much tighter than I though and I don't know if I'm going to be too big for you. I can see my cock is much bigger than Johns and I don't know if you've had anything my size before. I have to push pretty hard to open you up and it's slow work. You start to make guttural little noises as I. That being said –Basic CHYOA rules apply:• ‟Avoid excessive violence.” Erotic material, not guro. [Leave her/him in condition for sex the next day even if exhausted at the end of this session.]• ‟Each chapter should be minimum 100 words in length, or 2-3 paragraphs. This rule is not set in stone, but try to write very short chapters only when really necessary.” My opinion, I don't think it is ever necessary to claim five words are a chapter.Any character appearing will be presumed to have. He gave his cock a quick stroke and boom it was ready.An a very stiff, very aroused seven inch cock slapped back into place on his stomach.I was impressed. Balls not quite bald, but very nicely trimmed. His cock was thick and strong, with a very shapely glans that glistened slightly at the tip, a teardrop of pre-cum making its presence know. "Nice" I said, looking him in the eye "Three seconds." What?" he panted, breathless with expectation."I'm going to make that cock cum harder than ever. I did not plan to dress in thatmanner very often.At the church a number of the congregation came a crossed and asked how Iwas they had not realised I had been in the train crash.I told them that I remembered very little of the incident.The vicar came and said she would say a prayer for my safe deliveranceand I asked her to also pray for Brian's daughter as he had saved mylife.In fact she almost brought me to tears I wondered if I would ever see Sueagain.Lunch was of course fine I then went and.