Regret? Though it felt more like envy, to be honest.I'd already told her I didn't have a big cock, and she hadn't seemed to care that this was the cas.... She said she liked me for "other reasons." I wasn't exactly sure just what that had meant, but I liked that she liked me!As time passed, we saw each other about twice a week (always at her apartment, since I still lived at home with my mom). We never had intercourse. Instead, she loved it when I went down on her pussy, and since this was the. She knew nothing about him, not a name oranything. She just knew he was there, somehow, deep down in the pit of hersoul. He wasn't like an imaginary friend. He never appeared to her orspoke to her. But occasionally, in certain situations, it seemed he wasthere. At school, in maths tests, or when she was in trouble with ateacher or got into a fight, it seemed he was there and she knew what to door say. It was possible that once, a long time ago, he had woken up in herbed, when her father. Somehow, it seemed surreal, to witness these men, tanned and leathery, their erections pointing at me, and each wearing a bashful-sort-of-smile, while looking at my body with undisguised lust.I teasingly spread my legs and started toying my clit. Henry was the first to grab his erection, and he started stroking slowly.“I like what you’ve got there, Henry”, I said. “You think it will fit?”“There’s only one way to find out”, Henry chuckled, stroking faster now.I slid down some and pulled up my. Her beautiful body was exposed to me, and my eyes drank in the sight. Her breasts were stunningly large and firm, for someone so young. She was well curved, but tight with a neatly trimmed bush. The sight, as well as her deft hands had my cock growing.I nibbled on her ear, and traced my lips down her neck. to suckle on her nipples. They were large and erect. I took one in my teeth gently, and pulled it, then ran circles around it with my tongue. Then repeated to the other breast. I then ran my.