Dumont had other opinions about the size of penises, if she didn't want to use her husband's. Well, she could have all of the "jumbo franks" she wante..., because Angie wanted a regular sausage, which was safer, especially for a virgin's tight pussy.Angie made herself comfortable, lying on the sofa, and motioned a plea for Allan to come to her, and eat her out. Allan eagerly moved toward her, grabbed her thighs, spread them wide apart, and then began eating her cunt like she would not believe. The world was seemingly distant."Promise me that for the rest of the night you'll agree to anything I want to do and I'll remove it." Ashley's voice was clear and demanding. "Ok," I said in a rush. "Say it. Say that you'll do anything that I want for the rest of the night." I'll do anything you want for the rest of the night as long a you take it off." I felt a small tug and then my cock felt like it had been released from a cage. I could feel it extending and growing back out. I reached. ..think, brain, think...Magda! That'd been the name of a cleaner I oncehad. Brilliant, that'll do.I gingerly opened the door."Oh hi," said the young woman in front of me. She was in her early 30s,long hair, attractive, dressed casually. She peered searchingly over myshoulder. "I was looking for Susan?"OK, I thought, here goes nothing. I mentally softened my voice."Hallo. My name Magda? I clean for Susan? Iron?" I made an ironinggesture with my hand."Ah ok," she replied, smiling, "is. Facing me was the handsomest guy I’ve ever seen! Paul had blond hair, short, but still long enough to comb (or rather tousle), an incredibly appealing, clean-shaven face, with the clearest blue eyes, and red, sensuous lips that had my own lips pouting with adrenalin, just from imagining contact. He wasn’t very tall, but his body was smokin’ (a fact that his tight, worn jeans and body-hugging t-shirt made unmistakable), and he was, point-for-point everything to fulfill my hottest fantasies. As I.