Look, can you just fuck off, apparently I'm contractually obliged to answer this sodding letter". Dear Big BuggerFour inches!!! Sorry but you're just...going to have to give me a minute whilst I catch my breath. I've known pigs with bigger dicks, and theirs are all corkscrewy. Oh well. Nevermind. There really isn't much point in you going to meet Miss Jiggly Tits with that little Iggle Piggle, she is going to be seriously underwhelmed. But, don't worry, we've got a little time to whip that. Connie offered to buy him lunch and he declined. He ordered coffee, though, and after a sip and a few pleasantries got down to business.He looked at me and asked, "Do you have any computer skills? Databases, spreadsheets and such, for instance?"I pondered the question. My skills weren't at geek level, but I could navigate fairly well."More than some, less than others would be my guess," I said."Would you be willing to learn?" he asked.What was this, a job interview? "Yes," I said."Do you think. As itwas, I was getting hit with one shock after another and I wasn't surethat I could absorb any more of them. I shook my head, once againwondering if I was caught up in some kind of weird dream. However Icouldn't buy that one for even a moment. As strange and impossible asthis all was, I had no doubt that it was real.While I was trying to absorb this latest surprise, Julie continued,"But we're here now...both of us. It was really hard, finding outabout all this amazing stuff and not being. " I said. "First thing is to get a goodgrip on it so I can get to work on it." "Let's see you do it." Dan urged me. I slid my mouth over the huge, uncut prong, my tongue dug into thenarrow opening at the tip, and Dan moaned as my tongue-tip played over thesensitive glans underneath. "Ah, yeah, Whip, whip that tongue!" Dan urged me. I was working my saliva into the opening, this foreskin was tight, Iwasn't that sure I could free up the glans from it, in fact. I'd dealt withthis.