But, I was curious, and had to see." That's all right, Mrs. Branson.", I said, forgetting how I looked, "Comeon in."Kate's mother walked over to us, a...d took a close look at me, then said,"So, this is what Gwen looks like. The pictures in the paper didn't doyou justice, and this is better then what I saw last time." This is her new look. The one for the party at the country club.", Katesaid."So, you're really going to go?" We're planning on it." You know we'll be there, and so will Gary's. Her canal walls had gripped my penis tightly like the cotton strips on a mummy. I could feel every inch of her insides, every muscle contraction, every mind-numbing orgasm. She had squinched her eyes tighter and her mouth was almost grimacing. It was pain and pleasure and I let her have that. I couldn't fuck her. I couldn't make love to her. I couldn't move. I felt that if I stroked at all, I would rip her stem to stern. This is what Sting calls Tantric sex. Making Love on Xanax. I ran my. I walked cautiously toward Ray; his cock was a work of art. It was at least 9.5” long and thick. I knelt down in front of him and tried to grasp it with my shaking hands. At my worst I barely am over 115 lbs and my hands would not even close around him as I pulled his black foreskin back and tasted my first black cock. Every inch of his foreskin that my hands slid back released an intoxicating testosterone aroma that heightened my senses. I stretched my jaws wide and achingly took his head in. "The game's about to begin," I declared, causing her to peel herselfaway from the TV and look in my direction."Oh it's you," she said to me a bit coldly, "don't worry, Gossip Girl isalmost over," and she looked back at the set."Gossip Girl? What the hell is that garbage?" I jested at Jake. Helaughed as Susie raised her eyebrows slightly. "Sounds like one ofthose stupid girly shows full of hot chicks who are either pregnant,sleeping around, or crying about something unimportant," I.