THE FEELING I HAD WHEN I WANKED HIS LARGE VEINED DICK WERE MIND BLOWING I WANTED SO MUCH TO TAKE HIM IN THE BACK OF MY THROAT AND SUCK THE CUM FROM H...S MONSTER DICK LETTING IT FLOW DOWN THE BACK OF MY THROAT AND KNOWING WHAT A STRUGGLE IT WOULD BE TO GET IT ALL IN MY MOUTH, OR A CHALLENGE? AND WHERE LAST TIME I DID NOT ALLOW HIM TO TOUCH MY PUSSY, EVEN THOUGH IT THROBBED AND CONTRACTED AT THE SIGHT OF HIS DICK, IT WAS ALL TO MUCH TO BARE, I WONDER HOW I WILL FEEL THIS AFTERNOON?JOHNS KNOCK ON. I would use up their mascara or lipstick with impunity, then laugh to myself as they accused each other of swiping cosmetics. Naturally, no one suspected me!Both my parents worked full-time. My sisters were pretty and popular and always had things to do after school. So I was left alone to enjoy many long, sensual afternoons in lingerie.I became more skillful in dressing, applying makeup and loved the way it made me look. Except for my short hair, I thought, I could easily pass for a girl. I. In every case, it was about the guy and his unselfishness, his creativity and passion… and his cock, tongue, lips, fingers, and so on. But never just his cock. It always mattered who it was attached to… or between whose legs it dangled, to turn a more creative phrase.That doesn’t alter the fact that Seth’s junk is considerably larger than my husband’s, especially in thickness. While that had never before proven to matter much either when it comes to sex, I can’t deny that seeing it and holding. Oh yes, she could feel it, all right, but she couldn’t have it. Not yet, not until he’d had his fun. Having decided, as a time-saving measure, to forgo the aesthetically pleasing rope bondage he liked in favor of a more straightforward approach, he would wrap a neoprene thigh cuff above each knee and attach a leather lead which could then be tied off to the bed post behind her. Although her arms would be free, he would direct her to hold them behind her back while his hands deftly explored her.