Despite what you've read, I'm not that experienced and haven't been with that many boys but I've learned that I like men better than boys. I knew it ...asn't water or piss at the tip of his cock, except that it was warm and slippery to my touch and had a unique smell. With my other hand I took a drop on the pad of my fingertip and brought it to my mouth. It was so warm, a bit salty but thats what a man tastes like, right?I reached down with my hand and placed my palm over my pussy and then. I can’t leave all that and come with you. It’s just not possible. But you don’t have that sort of commitment. You can still say no, please don’t go.’ Joan said. ‘I have a commitment too Jo,’ Fred said, his voice now hardening. ‘I’ve given my word.’ Joan looked at him, not able to believe what she was hearing. Fred had committed to going for a whole year without even asking her? She struggled to compose herself and said quietly, ‘You’ve made your decision, and I’ve made mine so there’s nothing. She does and the angle of the thing feels perfect inside me. He starts pumping then and I could feel the juices working in there. If Jane could hold him, he would do just fine. As for me, I was finally getting the big F. He dug down into me, jamming away at it. I could feel it swelling and stretching. That big head was deep in there reaming out those neglected, far away places. I knew it." All I could think of was a big sign they used to have on a water truck in my home town that said Filled to. Let me get this under you. It is made so that you can just lay back and really enjoy yourself. I made it specially for Marcia but I think you will fit it fine. Besides, I will be here just in case, so relax Bette and really enjoy it all."Bette lay on the soft bench, her eyes fastened on that huge flanged head of the pony's tremendous cock. Sliding down under him until Jack told her she was in the right position for sucking his cock, Bette took it in her hand and raised it to her lips. Her.