It was almost six o’clock. “MIRACLE!” I yelled, glancing around the house. “I’m leaving!” Nothing. I bit my lip. She’s probably just mad...I’m leaving, and ignoring me. I thought, shaking my head. With that, I grabbed the car keys to my father’s car; which he left, in case we needed to go anywhere. Shutting the door behind me, I drove to my friend’s house; where we were meeting at. ***** FIVE HOURS LATER ***** For some reason, Miracle was in the back of my mind the entire time I was out.. It was almost as long and thick as Nollag's which was to say it would have held the record for her, but had just been passed by the corporal's massive rod.She briefly released Nollag and Gregor, and moved her right hand to Gregor's pole and moved to reach for Gellas' kilt. He was ahead of her and dropped it to the floor. "Oh my," she said. Her eyes were once again wide. She had just established the third record in one night. Gellas was longer than Nollag by half a hand and a full finger. She plastered her body to his, for example, instead of hugging only with her upper body, as most hugs are delivered. And because there was full body contact, the hug felt different to them both, and fanned the flames of that passion higher. She had also jumped upwards a bit, as she threw her arms around his neck, and his instinct was to catch her weight. The easiest, most natural way to do that was for his big hands to cup her tight, round bottom.Of course that felt different to both of them.. The fact that another human being was rubbing my clit was enough for me. I would have said yes to anything at that moment. Task one: “I want you to make another woman’s cunt wet by just talking to her. Once you have done that, I want you to take her to me to prove that she is soaking. No touching allowed or you will have failed. I will meet you at midnight in Bumper nightclub don’t speak to me until you have completed your task.” With that he got up and left. I was confused but extremely.