As I reached to cover myself as best I could, he grabbed my arm and said "no it's ok, just relax". He then smiled and said " I never would of guessed,...but you are so cute that I thought I would try my hand". Looking over, I saw Tims jean shorts starting to slowly swell and showing a massive bulge. He looked back at me and said "go on".. "I can see The kitchen from here and will stop if someone comes"... I reached over and slowly unbuttoned his shorts and zipped down his zipper. As I did so,. Greg was now back to my ass but instead of massaging it more he went to my front and felt my hard cock poking straight out.“I see your carrying a concealed weapon.” Greg said in a devious and sensual tone.“Tee hee, you got me officer.” I replied in a girly voice.He pushed me so I was bent over a kitchen island he had and spread my legs wide.“It’s time for a cavity search.” He said as he took my dildo baton away from me and pulled my skirt up.He poured some lube onto it and spread it around on. From what I've read and from what my friends have told me, I can deduce that he's uncircumcised, but that the foreskin is wrapped quite tightly around his shaft, peeling back behind the rose-colored head with ease. I want to wrap my fingers around it. I want to feel it inside me.Mr. Thompson continues to run his hand up and down, gently stretching the foreskin, whispering, "Mmhmm" and "Go on," as he squeezes and milks his now formidable cock. I wonder if it's warm and what it tastes like and,. "There's nothing else for it Paris," he said. "You're going to have to stand up so I can remove those lace panties of yours". No sooner had the words left Maxs' mouth than it had been done. Paris was about to regain her position but Max stopped her from doing so.He sat up and his face was right in front of her bald pussy. "OMG!" he thought, "this is my kind of breakfast!"He began to rub his hands up and down the outside of both her legs. She just stood there rooted to the spot, as if hypnotised.