My tongue circles him. "Hmmm" he moans. I take more of him in my mouth. I suck hard and massage the thick shaft with my tongue. His cock is truly beau...iful. It is a manly 8 inches. Have you seen 8 inches? It is very impressive. More impressive is how thick it is. My thumb and index finger cannot surround his shaft. It must be 2 inches in diameter. I k** him that he must get light headed trying to fill that monster. He is very proud of his penis. He really knows how to use it too! The shaft. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen something like him.”My face turned redder.Stephanie could see she was embarrassing us and changed the subject. “I was heading up to the room to change. I’m down here by myself for a week. Any interest in having dinner one night?”“Ah ... well Jerry and I were planning on going to the Flamingo tonight, ... but what about tomorrow night?” my mother said, looking to me for approval.I shrugged. Who was I to deny my mother the pleasure of going to dinner with her. I spent two weeks with them on the farm, cleaning and trying my hand at cooking, and being flattered, not to mention, being confronted with grown men naked and on several occasions, erect and touching themselves.It was awkward and embarrassing, but somehow it became acceptable and we both would laugh it off, and with a promise not to tell their younger brother, 'Our secret', and I concurred.he men were rugged, kind of handsome with rugged bodies, not beautiful, like you see in the girly. I had seen this sort of thing in the cartoons that I watched with Andy. Mighty Mouse or Popeye would flex their muscles up so big that they would burst out of their clothes. But this wasn’t a character in a cartoon. This was a middle-school girl in my garage, glaring at me as the fabric of her sweatsuit began to tear away around the unstoppable swelling of her muscular body. The sound of cloth ripping grew loud in my head as Becky Finklestein brought her arms up into a double-biceps pose while.