His was smaller, more slender, which allowed it to enter without complaint, but also without the gasp of pleasure. Not sure if he sensed it or read my...mind, but I felt it swell inside of me. A tell tale sign that a man was about to give up his essence. He moved in a smooth motion, like a violin bow sliding across the strings producing a continuous harmony, unbroken by the change in direction. Bigger, longer, I sensed it more than felt it. I gasped in pleasure. There was no way of measuring how. I then grabbed his face with both hands and kept his lips on mine. Like long lost lovers, we kissed for 5 minutes. I could taste tobacco and paan. All the while, I was playing with his cock.Part 2:I really suggest you read my part 2 here:In short, I sucked his gigantic balls and cock until he released his man juice all over my pretty face.Part 3:Back to the story. He once again put his cock in my mouth and I sucked it for a while. He grabbed his dick and pulled it out while I was sucking it and. But there as something in her eye that made me think that I would really enjoy a coffee tonight - since I might not want to go to sleep anyway."Sure, that would be great."We went in and, after some pleasantries, her mother mentioned some television show and scooted out the door. The girls were watching television and both nodded vacantly when I was briefly introduced. Beth made the coffee and we started to talk in the kitchen. It was a big house, the one asset of her marriage, but it was not. ...but obviously you have though you dirty girl!”Rose now pleaded, “Do you think that he’d be up for it?”“Well I can always ask him what he thinks of you on Friday over a few drinks,” replied Phil.Friday evening soon arrived and Phil asked Simon his honest opinion of Rose after they’d had a few drinks. Simon admitted that he thought Rose was quite attractive and he went on to congratulate Phil on his tasty wife."You’re a lucky man. She’s a real catch – it’s a pity she’s married or I'd be after.