The boy had a small dick. Now don't get me wrong, she wasn't a size-queen that demanded a large cock – she didn't even take cocks vaginally. But wit... a small dick there was so much less to work with. But it was enough. It had taken her a while to get this far with another boy. Too long for her liking, and she wasn't going to give this one up, no. A cock is a cock. She'd reached out and grabbed the boys cock. This one was uncircumcised, her first of this kind. She coated his dick with the. "You uncontrollable old coot!" I said, scolding Missy for her clandestine submarine maneuvers. "Oh!" she exclaimed, trying her best to look innocent. "Did my foot wander into controlled airspace?" "Yes it's controlled, and you are trying to enter a 'No Fly Zone' before the pilot gets here." I just want to make sure the engines are warmed up and ready to go, that's all." Trust me, I haven't thought about anything else all week," I said. And it was true. I'd gone over tonight a thousand times in. His eyes darted to her ass just before Gilberto's thick cock pushed its way up her cunt. The blond man plowed into her hard, causing her titties to bounce hard against each other and her rib cage. Feeling her own tits jiggle reminded her how much she wanted Bekki's, so she reached up and grabbed a handful while she continued to lick her pussy lips and tongue-fuck her sweet hole. She'd never know whether it was Gilberto's thickness or unexpected entry that sent her pounding into orgasmic. ‘So you really didn’t like the concert?’ I asked her. ‘No I did. It’s true I got off more from the intensity of your enjoyment then directly. I didn’t really know how to respond. It was really…visceral.’ ‘It was. Maybe that’s why I liked it so much aside from the fact it was completely amazing.’ We both laughed. ‘I like my art visceral. It’s why Pollack works for me and a lot of avant garde music. I don’t really think about it. My gut reacts to it.’ ‘So you’re a Jackson Pollock fan?’.