What happened was that my brother gave me a two-year subscription to Penthouse Letters as a gag gift. I asked him why in the world he had gotten me so...ething like that and he told me that Darlene had mentioned to his wife Kathy how great our love life was and he thought a magazine like Penthouse Letters would give us lots of good ideas to keep it that way. I had no interest in magazines like that so when they came I ignored them. Darlene didn't, she read them from cover to cover.About six. By late afternoon I was tiring. I was about to suggest going back to the pension and resting up before the evening’s planned castration when Uli forestalled me. ‘Magda’s going to go home and change and then come back,’ she told me, ‘and she’s going to dress up to the nines and so am I. I need to go shopping.’ I sighed. This was turning into a Hollywood production. ‘OK. You’re in charge. Dressed up would be better, I guess.’ She gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned to Magda. ‘I told you he’s a. She had heard lot of stories about cocks from her friends.Some even told her stories of how they sucked the cocks of their boy friends. There was bright light in her bed room and she just the cock in both of her hands and planted a kiss on the top of it. She then just licked a drop of precum coming out. She opened her mouth wide and took the entire cock in her mouth. But it was so huge that only half of it went in her mouth.Her tongue rolled around it and gave her a strange sensation. Jaggu,. He’d been good at sex, thatwas something. No, not good, amazing. He’d only been her second, buthe’d blown her away the first time they’d fucked and.. well, everytime after that as well. His appetite had been insatiable, perfectlymatching her own. That may have been the only thing they had incommon, she thought to herself.Now it had been three months. Three months since she’d had anythinginside her that didn’t run on batteries. She laid back against thesoft covers, remembering the feeling.