D had a huge cock, or at least it was a huge soft cock - longer than my also big 8 incher when it was fully hard. So it had to get even bigger when it...got hard. I couldn't take my eyes off that huge thing, even after D saw me staring at it. We would talk, my eyes would lock on his big black dick, he would catch me, I would look away, and then I would stare at it again a few seconds later. This went on repeatedly for almost 10 minutes.That's when D finally asked me why I kept on staring at his. It was visible from outside. I told her that my parents had gone for marriage function and that they will return only after two days.She told me to stay in her house during those two days. She also told that she was bored as her servant had gone to her house for leave. I was very happy. I knew that this the day on which I am going to enjoy my dream girl. The thought of having sex with her itself gave me a hard on. I am sure that she has noticed that. She started to teach me.It was 7 pm in. "Alright, boys... and Bebe," the AD said, "we're going to start with abunch of staged movements - pitcher on the mound, staging someoutfield catches, some of you running the bases, a few staged slides -stuff like that, ok. Bebe, Alex needs to do a lot of these things,too, are you ok with that?"John's first reaction was to call the AD a condescending chauvinist,but instead just said, "Yeah, of course."Some of the boys snickered, but a couple of more serious boys made theothers knock it off.. . ?"But she shook her head and coughed with a laugh."No," she replied, still chuckling. "I guess those weren't designed to be used as personal defense weapons. Plus he had a pretty thick layer of blubber protecting his evil black heart, so that probably kept him alive, too."We both grinned, as I took her hand in mine again. She turned her eyes up, trying to suppress her tears, and very quietly thanked me. Then she let out a long breath and fiddled with the napkin in her hand."So, anyway, I.