. I could feel it. I could feel the warm sensation of his first huge shot running down my throat. He jerked and another heavy rope now started to fill...my mouth. I tried so hard not to pull back and swallow. I held him deep for just a few more seconds and then slowly pulled away as he shot again. This time in my mouth and on my tongue. I could finally taste his salty sweetness. I'd waited so long. I'd craved it for so long and it was everything I'd hoped. I could feel the silky, creamy texture. They were limestone tunnels and caves carved by rivers over millennia. The entrances were a bunch of about twenty sink holes in the hills. There were the usual stories of what lived underground, many of which were still believed by the common people and were loudly dismissed by the educated elite. Loudly dismissed in a way that people talk loudly in the dark to show they aren’t afraid.We were handcuffed together with leather cuffs, since we were forbidden a knife, we could not break the bonds.. Her eyes were closed. I waited for her to look at me. After a few moments, she looked at me. I looked into her eyes and with trembling lips whispered, “Yeah, I am okay with it.”I had to leave at that moment because I didn’t know what to do next, and I am sure neither did she. The softness and the warmth of her breasts stayed on my hands all through the day. I didn’t even attend many of my classes. I sat under a tree, hidden from view of most of my school fellows, and came home rather early. I. I'm sure you would be able to figure something out. If you're worried about being average, there are a lot more things than sex organs to put your attention on. I've never read an obituary that said 'His dick was 3" longer than everybody else's.' Now, why don't you move that average prick around in my average pussy and stimulate some nerve cells."He did and I helped and 45 minutes later we were all satisfied and showered and cooking omelets for breakfast. We had fresh brewed coffee, omelets and.