He told me that he had just lost his partner to cancer and was just getting back into looking for someone again. He asked me to dance to the slow song...that was now playing. I told him that I had never danced with another man and wasn’t sure what to do. He grabbed my hand and led me to the small dance floor. He told me to put my arms around his neck as he put his around my waist. I could feel him pulling me close to him and as he did, I lay my head on his shoulder. His hands moved lower to start. That was ... like my cunt was the gun barrel ... and that stick was the shell... ''But maybe ... use a smaller piece ... next time... ' she thought as she touched one hand to her bloody, ruptured belly. 'That looks a lot like it came out of a meat pack... ' Curious as to how she might taste as a piece of half-cooked meat, she lifted her bloody hand toward her face, changing her mind at the last instant as she stared at the skin of her hand, bubbling and coated with digestive fluid from her. Swish, the first stroke took me by surprise and I leapt up, rubbing my bum. I have a pretty firm body but my tits were jiggling back and forth as I rubbed and I saw Jim trying to control his erection as he watched. “Get back down. If you move again that stroke will not count and you will get extra.” Swish, diagonally across the bum, swish another in the same place making me yell out but I didn’t move. Swish, the forth stroke caught me across the top of my legs. Again that strange feeling of. One of the many things she loved about him was his cock. It was big. Real big. More than eight inches. Eight and a half, like her favorite Fellini film. Now, that could not a be a coincidence!Jill had enjoyed smaller cocks, and Martin's was certainly the biggest she had ever seen, or tasted. At first, she was a little afraid. First, she was afraid it could hurt her. Than she was afraid that he couldn't use it properly. Thank God, none of this happened.He didn't hurt her. He made her cum. Hard..