He squeezed it in his pants and I could see his erection tenting his shorts. I had him. I laughed silently. "Whatchu like to do?" he asked."Mmmm, I li...e to suck cock," I answered, quickly following it up with, "Want a blow job?" He nodded, stepping into the booth, next to where I was seated. I reached out and grabbed the bulge in his shorts. Oh, shit! It was a fuckin' SNAKE! It was an easy ten inches, and hard as a ROCK!I quickly pulled off my bikini top, just as I felt his big fingers pinching. “You OK, Yankee?” she asked.“I think so. I had a fight with Joyce and Kathy took me to the woodshed about it.”“When y’all came back, I wondered what was goin’ on, especially when Kathy brought you back and she took you to your room.”“I could never do anything like that to Kurt, Peaches, don’t worry,” I said.“Will you tell me what happened?” she asked.Pouring that problem out to my two oldest and best friends, Jennifer and Kathy, was one thing. Both of them had fairly significant experience with. “AND WHY THE FUCK AM I NAKED!” Charles yelled covering himself up as best he could with his hands.“We had to save your life sir, you had a hole in you!” said one of the surgeons stepping forth. “And we had to remove your clothes to operate on you!”“You were keeping me dead you fool!” Charles shouted at the surgeon as a nurse handed him a sheet to cover up with. “If you took the time to look you would have seen my body healing fine by itself. You were merely keeping me dead as you cut into me!”A. And the stares, the disbelieving stares. The shape and curvature of her bosom suggested that the unlikely mammaries were real, but that couldn't be possible could it? Surely no woman alive could have ripe melons so vast, healthy and plump; not without extensive plastic surgery. But No, her voluminous endowments moved with too much natural softness to be bought from a surgeon. It was a bustiness that people would assume could not be humanly possible. And they'd be right. Ah! Yes! Heading.