I moved my foot so that I was standing astride the tramp, I was transfixed by Bill’s prick and couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around his helmet.Bil... held my head as I ran the tip of my tongue up and down his pee hole. I heard him grown with pleasure as I started to lick the rim of his helmet.As I managed to get Bill’s cock in my gob I made my lips into a “O” and Bill started to fuck my mouth.He could have done anything, the feeling of his rock hard gnarly prick in my mouth was delicious.At least. Philip's cock began to flinch and throb in his pants from just imagining having Celia sitting on his cock and sliding wetly up and down as he held there by the waist.Philip couldn't resist and before he left the quick mart, he asked Celia if she'd like to go out for dinner some evening."Sure, I'd love to, when would you like to do it?" Celia asked, her eyes sparkling brightly."What about tonight?" Philip offered as he half wanted Celia to see his erection in his pants and half didn't want her. “Damn,” I heard him whisper. “Damn.”I mean – okay … so here’s the thing you cocksuckers (and I mean that respectfully), I got a good dick, okay? Like – a really nice one. It’s a shower and a grower, which is a pretty special combination, and out there, in the night air, given its day-long confinement, it pushed out, engorged, enjoying the freedom.And, stopping the k** in his track.“Big dick,” I heard him murmur. And - you know – I’d heard that before. I just didn’t expect it from him. Didn’t. My breasts were large enough to get in the way, so I almost constantly wore a pickup bra. I was toned, so my stomach was good- not six pack good; I never liked that perception of beauty. But I despaired of ever disposing of my ass.I work our heaps. I am as healthy as I possibly can be. So why -WHY- can I not get rid of my ass? I mean, it is as big a j.lo's at its worst. Look, I know what you're saying- you're complaining about having a big ass, but I'm sure it looks fine, but you don't get it..