Maybe I don’t want Harry to think badly of me. – Nah, I don’t care what he thinks. – I lie. I care a lot what Harry thinks.“No, I won’t sa... anything it is a guess. I want to test the idea first with the technicians. Walk with me to talk to them.” Chuck said.So, we trooped after him. I was fuming. I don’t like unnecessary suspense. We all could be working on his hypothesis while we were walking not stewing in a frustrated rage. Restraint, restraint, keep calm, relax, breathe. Breathe in calm. He gave me a minute to stare in fear at his oversized cock and equally large testicles before he said, "Kiss it. Kiss it all over. Make it as happy as it's going to make your cunt in a little while."I dropped to my knees and leaned down and wrapped my hand around his massive cock. I gingerly pulled it down away from his flat, muscular belly. I kissed the head and licked the lubricant from around the hole in the end of it. I licked all around the large, bulbous, dark purple head and then I. It was only when she decided to grab his manhood straight through his pants that things really started to get interesting. "Babe really stoppp, you know we can't do anything about this" he pleaded with her."No" she replied in a cute sarcastic voice, squeezing his member. "I'll do what I want" she added, licking his ear. -Fuck it- he thought to himself -there's no one here, and the steam will hide us perfectly-. He donned a devilish grin, his lust starting to build. "What was that. Seven minutes later we were done. Chelsea kept kissing me and stroking my face after my orgasm (she didn't come close) and that honestly felt better than the actual sex."Charley, was it as good for you as it was for me?"I nodded. "Way better than football."She pinched me then asleep in my arms. I rather liked her and prior to the challenge would unquestionably have asked her out again likely hoping that our lack of sexual chemistry would fix itself. Still, I'd never worked that hard to please a.