M."John?" she whispered."Shhhh! I'm resting from my pirate adventures. It hard work taming a wench, you know." John, he said to bring you back. We hav... seats on the noon plane tomorrow ... later today."My eyes stayed closed, but I was wide awake at that."He did – does? What exactly did he say?" He knows about you. He said he wants to meet you. He said to bring you back. Right back." She was quiet. Then: "Fritz is a nice old man. Grandfatherly. He's been an old man to me since I was 14. Even. However, Naomi –another of my girls- disagreed with her (as usual). ‘Nah! He’s got too much stubble, he’s wearing a Rolex and he looks really fed up!’ Nobody was good enough for Naomi. Sighing I turned round to look at the mysterious man they were disputing over. Suffice to say I was surprised. I’m not going to give you the whole ‘my heart stopped beating and I heard wedding bells’ type of thing, but I certainly caught my breath when I first saw him. From where I was I could only see him from. What I assume she was most impressed with was my girth. I have an unusually thick cock according to my wife and past girlfriends. Picture a slightly longer toilet paper roll with a golf ball sitting on top - that’s my hard dick.“Oh my god, this is making me so wet, Mr. Brooks,” she said as sexily as possible into my ear. “Your cock feels so good in my hand. I hope you don’t cum too quickly!”My mind was reeling. Her delicate fingers were wrapped as far around me as they could reach. As she. Katie’s nips got even harder, if that was possible, as she felt the rush of air sweep past them. Oh my God. What have I let myself in for?Diego then started patting her thighs, from her knees to just below her pussy. Not hard, just patting; back and forth. Leg to leg. Higher and lower. No sounds other than the beat of the crop against her. Now she wanted it. She could not see, but tried to shift her pussy forward. The patting was what she needed, just higher. Even in the dark, she knew she was.