He figured that Celia was no more than probably 5'2" to 5'4" or so in height. Philip's cock began to flinch and throb in his pants from just imagining...having Celia sitting on his cock and sliding wetly up and down as he held there by the waist.Philip couldn't resist and before he left the quick mart, he asked Celia if she'd like to go out for dinner some evening."Sure, I'd love to, when would you like to do it?" Celia asked, her eyes sparkling brightly."What about tonight?" Philip offered as he. “I want to see what Celia spoke so well of.” He slid the boxer’s down his thighs and spread his legs. Celia was right. He was undoubtedly big. Not monstrous like some of the gross black weapons we’d seen in videos but certainly larger than mine, and I’ve never felt that nature short-changed me. It helped, of course, that Rob was already hard, the shaft pointing outward and upward unsupported. He was cicrcumcised (Mel would be pleased) and the head was already engorged and a light purple shade.. Or the way her big lips would pooch out, they were purple and wet and they kind of reminded me of her nipples. And her titties, they just seemed like they were always getting bigger and the tops she wore just stretched around them so tight and mashed them up into her chest. One time, she was in the bathroom in our trailer and I looked through the door knob hole and saw her when she stood up from the toilet and I seen her patch of dark black curly fuzz right where her legs came together. . Wanda was a nice attractive woman, but never got my cock hard like Becky. I had never had overt thoughts of fucking her.Often after a Saturday round of golf, my wife and I would go to Floyd and Wanda’s house and the girls would make pizza from scratch while Floyd and I would crank out some homemade ice cream in the garage.I had no reason to believe Tom was fucking Wanda and Floyd was fucking Becky, the girl giving me blue balls.Lonnie Dyer, a fellow worker at North Electric, was hosting a party.
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