"It looks like a giant dick!" Billy whispered. "I know. Does your Dad's look like that?" I asked. "No way! His dick isn't that much bigger than yours ...r mine.I saw him in the shower a few times,but it is almost as fat as this." He started poking my dick with it,so I reached over and began to to tug on his. We began to giggle and couldn't stop. "Well,I'm glad to hear,and see,you are both enjoying yourselves. My Little Men couldn't wait for me? I think this will add something to the fun.. Anything, I don't care! But ... I've had it! I want to get away from Los Angeles and the Valley altogether!"Shirley hadn't pressed. There'd been much more in the tone of his voice than what he'd actually said. She knew he felt uselessly old and incapable, but perhaps more than he, Shirley realized why. At that moment, she could have cried for him, for both of them, because she did love him in her own way ... she did! But the company was his, all his to do with however he pleased. Not once in. It grew into something which was more than friendship.We started talking a lot to each other. She was very frank and could talk about literally anything. And I enjoyed that. It became very common for us to cuddle with each other or for her to hold my hand. Both of us were extremely commitment phobic. We were just good friends goofing around a bit. This is how the scope of our relation widened.Let me tell you about her features. She is kind of petite with a height of 5’3”. She has a slender. Perhaps as much as you need it, I need to feel your shaft in my throat. I widen my lips around you and sink my throat right onto it until it almost touches my tonsils and then I suck my way back up again. Then I repeat it except this time there’s no stopping me, down and down I go, and when it reaches my throat, I keep going, pushing past the gagging, ignoring it, encouraged by a little gasp you weren’t aware you even made. My hands reach around and grab your arse and I drag you into me, before.