If Robby would have had his foreskin, it would have hurt him, because she would have stretched it painfully. As it was, it was like he had put Crisco ...n his hand, closed it and then driven his prick into that closed hand. Her gasp as she was split made something in him growl and he rolled with her, surprising her.Penny landed on her back and her legs snapped closed. Robby ended up on top of her, straddling her, just as she had been straddling him a few seconds ago. He pressed his knees against. " I try," I smiled back."A half hour later we had parked on a bluff overlooking the beach and, barefooted, were strolling along the water's edge. Mom always liked hearing the waves rolling in. She said it helped to clear her mind."I'm so afraid, Darin," she said taking my hand. "I'm afraid I'm too old to ever find the man of my dreams." First of all, twenty-nine is hardly too old for anything. You're in the prime of life. You're beautiful, intelligent and loving. No man in his right mind. She'd usually blush, peek at his swelling cock, sometimes even wink, then either go back to her primping, or scamper out giggling. She'd done that for a few months then, and it was getting harder for him to take, though nothing was ever said. He'd often race back into the john as she'd exited, to desperately whack himself off and deposit a torrent of splooge in the toilet. Sometimes, he could swear he heard her giggle with glee as he closed the door in his mad rush. That night, however, would. I practically came as soon as his tongue touched me. But he backed his tongue strokes off as he felt me getting a little too close. He then pushed a finger inside of me, very deep, as he continued his tongue action on me. The feeling of this fingers and his tongue too was more than I could take and I felt myself building up to a powerful, much overdue orgasm, with my lover. As I got hotter and closer, and the feeling built like a hot volcano that needed to explode, I grabbed his head and bucked.