But it’s popularly called a cock.” “Cock,” I smiled. “I like the sound of that word. I let my tongue glide on the roof of my mouth as I clic...ed out the sound of that word. “Cock. Cock, cock, cock. Mmm, yes, very nice. I like that word. Cock.” My new friend smiled at me. “I don’t know why, but when I look at that cock of yours, I get the urge to find out what it would feel like in my mouth. Is that a thought that female humans get?” “Some do,” my friend sighed. “But not often enough.” “Would you. ”Her new husband shrugged happily. “Maybe so, but do you want your friends and relatives going through your packed luggage?”Lauren’s eyes widened at the thought. She and Peter were taking a ‘no-undies’ honeymoon, and except for her nighties, Lauren had modeled everything for Peter the previous weekend. For the formal nights, Peter had packed his tuxedo and Lauren was taking her wedding gown and the black strapless gown she had gotten from Helen. Otherwise, all she had packed were a variety of. A freak of nature. That is how Jason thought of himself. At 6 foot 4 inches tall with a lean muscular physique, short black hair and piercing blue eyes, one would think that he would be overjoyed with his looks. But it was not his physical appearance that bothered him. It was the size of his cock. It was huge. When it was fully aroused it stood out at 10 ½ inches long and was fairly thick. The size of his manhood had been a source of embarrassment since the beginning of high school. He had been. " I'd love that mum, but what about you, what do you like?" Fucking." she giggled and blushed again."Ha ha ha, yeah I know that much, but seriously mum is there something you've never done, something you'd like to do?" You promise not to laugh if I tell you?" God's honour mum." Well, your d--, he was the only man I'd ever known before you, he was rough, very rough as you know and well. . . . ." she hesitated shyly and giggled awkwardly."Go on mum, I'm the one who loves you, you know." Oh God.