” I asked what happened next. “Well he was staring me in the eyes, stroking up and down his cock when he told me to stay and lock the door, and by...the way, he’s huge.” I asked her just how huge. “He’s got the biggest cock I’ve ever seen! It’s got to be as thick as your forearm, and a good 10 inches long. He was smiling at me when told me to come in and close and lock the door. I sort of snapped back to reality for a second and realized I’d been standing there with the door open behind me so I. I reluctantly let go of his wood and obey. "Place your hands on the tree trunk, to brace yourself," he whispers.I scooch forward and lift up enough to place my hands on the solid oak trunk, while still bent over. Edward moved in behind me, kissing my neck, rubbing my breasts. I throw my head back groaning, looking up at the massive oak reaching for the sky. His hand moves between my legs and traces the wetness on my lips. I move my hips back and forth and he slides in a finger. "Ow!" I cry. After all those weeks comparing DJs. Was Carl Cox on? Was Judge Jules, Paul Oakenfold, Ferry Corsten, Armand Van Helden? Was it going to be blinding? Or cheesy? Or hard? Or trancey? Who fucking cared? The rain beat down gently, softer than the music, barely noticed on the sweat that already had her hair sodden and damp and lank and sticking to her bare skin. But not for long. Just a shower. Thank fucking Christ for that! Bumping. Thumping. Kicking. Heavier. Harder. Darker. Throbbing. Banging. . A pampering session, I think. He loves my smooth pussy, it makes me feel so good . The lingerie, the shoes and finally, what am I going to do to him. He is very happy just to be my sex toy a lot of the time and, when he's with me, my orgasms are off the scale.I am not sure what it is about him. He's a bit plumper than I would normally like, and his face has certainly been lived in. He's not rich, but he does have a big dick and he listens to what I want in the bedroom. As I think of his.