I thought Stephanie would slap me, or push my hand away and back off, but neither of these happened. Instead Stephanie’s hand moved gently over the ...ise of my cock and felt timidly along its length, squeezing only very slightly to feel its length and girth. I heard the slight intake of her breath as she calculated the 7-inch length and thick width of my rigid pole. This was the breaking point for me. My left hand reached over to her waist and rested on her flat stomach touching the sheer black. )We were laying in my bed that morning, pleasantly relaxed, and Kathy was running her fingers idly over my chest. We had had great, loving sex the night prior, and we had awakened rested, glowing, and in love.“So,” she asked, as if some thought had just now occurred to her, “I got you something for Father’s Day!”“Huh? Why would you do that?”She looked up at me, innocence written large, and falsely, upon her face. “Whatever do you mean?”“Honey, why would you buy me something for Father’s Day?. I still remember that aroma.After a couple of minutes, she came back to senses and pulled my lungi and my underwear in one go. She was stunned to look at my dick since her husbands was a 4-inch dick and since he was a fatso he could hardly enter her completely. She said ‘You are gonna tear my pussy today, one because it’s so big and thick and second since its little curved it would hit deep and at unusual places. I didn’t waste time and entered her mouth and she started taking the tip and. It fell like thousands of tiny fingers were spreading my vagina as I lifted my head to see who had such a magical touch. Shasta and two other girls were between my legs. One of the girls had a little stone in her hand while Shasta was holding a long thick sponge. It was at least two feet long and as big around as my thigh. I watched as Shasta twisted the sponge till it was reduced to the size of a banana. She moved it between my legs. I wasn't sure what she was going to do but I was ready for.