Although I have always had self esteem issues as soon as my clothes came away my worries and thoughts would go away. I was always a bit of a freak in ...he bedroom...or anywhere else for that matter, and up until this year I have never met anyone who was able to keep up with my sexual appetite. Everything about him amazed me. It was four months after getting out of a pretty bad relationship, and I knew I wasn't really interested in entering a new one. All I wanted was sex with anyone who was. You know, the cute little miniatures that are only about two feet tall. Here. I’ll send you a picture. Four and a QUARTER inches, and yeah, it’s a whopping three quarter inches in circumference. Gotta tell you little girl, I’ve had few complaints, but then again, by the time it’s my turn they’re usually passed out, or afraid to blow a big tip. Stop drooling on the screen! So name the time and place, and if there’s a bus route nearby I’ll be there with bells on. It’s sort of a fetish. Damn, I. He stood staring at me for a few seconds and then noticeably eased. His shock turned to puzzlement. He was an older man, clearly aged, but had the look of someone who was once very handsome in their youth. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Malcolm…“ “Malcolm. Please, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ask any questions right now. I just want to know one thing… Do you have a shower?” Malcolm showed me to the back, which led up a flight of stairs, I could feel his eyes preying on my bare skin as he. You were so incredibly wet that it just entered you without problems. It was so big inside you, so big and hard. You pounded your ass against the wall as you took it as deep as you could. And Emma did the same. You kissed, lips and tounges exploring each-other, hands on breasts. She reached for your clitoris and you did the same. Hers was so big and she squirmed everytime you touched it."Fuck me with your fingers!", she moanded and you obliged happily. Your fingers entered her and all of a.