She expertly slid her hand inside my fly and slipped her hand around my raging hard on. “Very nice” she said “Shall we let this get a little air...” She more or less dragged me, by my cock, into one of the vacant cubicles. “Like my tits do you?” she asked as I stood there frozen, my cock still firmly gripped, “Like to see ‘em?” she asked. It was all I could do to nod my head as, with her spare hand she hooked the straps of her dress from her shoulders letting the top of her dress fall enough to. “Since you were gentleman enough to ask, why, of course you may.” She said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling me tight to her cleavage. She smelled of Shalimar and I filled my lungs with the sweet scent as I kissed my way up each soft fleshy hill on the way to her hyper-sensitive nipples. While I was paying attention to her upper body, she was paying attention to my lower, loosening my belt, unzipping my jeans, and freeing my manhood from its cotton prison. Her soft, warm hand on my. While many of my brethren focused their minds inward on cloaking their telepathy from these demonic predators, the collective still beckoned out from the ocean, its tendrils connected to a thousand constantly orgasming women, each life claimed for the cause of efficiency. I would swim with her clenched in my arms, my body perfectly designed for the task. Collective consciousness reacts more slowly, each order needing to trickle through every connection for complete compliance. In this, Dagoth. The size of Ramon's cock made me shudder just to think how deep he was going up inside her.Even though I was only 18, both my sister and I were about the same size and I figured my pussy would also have a hard time accommodating a cock that size. In all honesty, I was still a technical virgin and needed to get my cherry busted big time.After my sister's husband died in a training accident right after my 18th birthday party, I had been on a spree of sucking any cock ready, willing and able to be.