And it's never going to change (for the better). So it's "small", who gives a rats ass? If any of the women I've slept with have cared, then fuck 'em,...as the k**s are saying these days "doesn't matter, had sex". If they didn't care, which most women who get themselves in a situation where a penis is about to enter them, don't since they've already gotten to that point, then it does not matter, the hard part's over.If a woman is shallow enough to care about the size of your dick then all you're. I urge you to sit in the recliner so you can put your feet up, but you opt for the sofa, so we can sit next to each other. You put your stockinged feet up on the coffee table. I sit down beside you and curl my feet underneath me. You put your arm around me and draw me close to your side. My head rests on your shoulder, and I let my hand rest on your chest, so I can feel your strong, steady heart beat under it. A sigh of contentment escapes from my very soul as your lips brush my temple. I. You liked watching also, right?”She nodded again, and we exchanged a smile.“So as long as the four of us continue to date like this, we’re gonna just have to get used to it. I’m gonna see you and Keith, and you’re gonna see Linda and me. We’re just 4 friends who like to go out, and spend some time making out.”Holly gave me a big hug at that, and kissed my cheek. “Yea, I got ya. Making out. Now let’s get out and walk me home before any more of Keith leaks out of me and I get embarrassed.”I got. He let his lips wander all over her face, neck, shoulders, and chest as he reached around and slowly pulled down the zipper, loosening the dress.By this time, she had his shirt off and was running her hands all over his body. He loved the sensation, loved the gentle caresses of her tiny little hands.He took hold of her dress and pulled it slowly downward. It came loose in the front, tumbling down and gathering about her waist. Since this was the type of dress she couldn't wear with a bra, that.