It was a good length, but fuck...this cock was thick. I wrapped my hand around it and just looked at it for a minute. I was in awe. It felt really goo... in my hand. His cock was hard, but soft at the same time. The only way I can really think to describe how it felt to be holding another man's cock was, amazing. Now I have a pretty good sized dick, but he was putting me to shame. I could barely get my fingers all the way around this hot piece of meat! And he had a perfectly proportioned head.. ”As soon as Claire opened the door to her apartment, I could smell chicken being roasted.“Hello, dinner’s already cooking,” she said, reaching up and kissing my cheek. “It will be about an hour, which should give us plenty of time. I’ve already prepared so let’s head to my bedroom.”She smoothly extracted the bottle of prosecco I proffered and put it to chill then guided me towards her room, not that I’d forgotten its location.Fucking Claire’s ass in her bedroom was far more pleasant for both of. I seem to be in big demand."That at least was true as far as it went. I sensed Cressida would be a very demanding girl, and reckoned I should be moving on to someone else – after the afternoon's appointment: I mean I'm not going to pass up a guaranteed roll in the hay, am I!"My sister keeps talking about you," said Tom."Really?" I said, sounding interested. Tom's sister was a good-looking girl and one I'd often fantasized about when I'd been jerking off – that is, until my present run of real. Having turned 18 before I left England, I had experienced alcohol legally, and had been unwilling to let the backwards American laws stand in the way of the odd drop or two of the good stuff when I felt he need, or the occasional beer with friends. I wasn’t as heavy a drinker as some of my fellow students, having gotten that phase out of my system back home, and I never got into any trouble due to an over indulgence. Maybe there’s something to be said for a Lancashire upbringing after all? I.