As she did this the front of her gown ballooned open, giving me a full view of her large breasts as they swayed with her movements. Her massive cleava...e was an eye magnet to me, drawing my focus away from everything else. After catching a glimpse of her noticing my gaze I lay my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes.o0oMy cock had responded to the memory of her and her swaying busom, growing even harder in my hand. I continued to stroke it slowly, enjoying the steady build of pressure. She squats down in front of him and starts licking and sucking his hard black cock. She tells him I am always telling her that I would like to see her pretty white face on a big black cock. He asks if he should open the blinds and let him see it and she tells him no, I probably couldn't handle it. I imagine her getting up, pulling her slacks and panties down and telling Paul, she couldn't help it she needed that big hard thing in her. He asked her if I didn't give it to her anymore and she told. "I'm here for you." I . . . masturbate a lot," I said. "I mean . . . I am so bad with girls, but the desire is still there. I just get so nervous that I can't function around them I guess. I've never even kissed a girl. I don't even know what it would be like . . . So I masturbate a lot and watch a lot of porn—sometimes a couple times a day even—but in real life it just isn't there."Dad nodded, and said, "I know how that is . . . I went through some time of my college life that way. In fact, I. I shouldn't see you ever stop, other than when you're ready to be fucked. Do you understand?" I asked in a demeaning tone. Jenna shook her head and clenched her fists. She could feel her body giving into the situation. She looked at my cock, which was at least nine inches. I was the largest she had seen. My cock was long and thick, with bulging veins that pulsated with flowing blood. Jenna extended her arm and wrapped her slender fingers around my member. It was hard as a stone, with a bit of.