“I want to show them what belongs to me,” she panted, undoing the button on the waistband.She spread his pants open, the obvious bulge in his unde...wear hiding his treasure.“Tell me, Jake, is your pulse racing? Mine sure is!” Carla sighed.“Yes, it is!”“How does your head feel?”“The big head hurts a little and the little one feels like its ready to explode!” and they laughed.Carla and Wendy watched as Tiffany brushed his underwear aside and revealed his swollen cock to them. She moaned sensually,. . I was dry humping her! the thoughts rolled through my head. I got up and locked my door, dropping my pants I took my cock into my hand and started stroking it slowly. I went over and lay on my bed stroking harder and faster.As I said I stopped growing that previous summer, so by this time, my cock was as big as it is now….. seven and a half inches but pretty fat. When I looked down at my cock in my hand, it was as big as I had ever seen it previously. Looking back, I was just a teenage boy. . I don't know ... my mother knew but she never told me before she passed away..."Melissa felt frustrated. She didn't want to have to go as far as she did in forcing the information from Susan's mother, and now she discovered it was incomplete. The knowledge she had was useless without this missing piece.And yet the pendant was compelling her. It wanted her to find the book. It wanted the Rite to be done. She had the sense that it had been attempted once before but not completed. Yes, that. When we weren't together, she began watching me from the water, sometimes, no doubt curious as to what in hell I was up to. "Patience, girl," I told her, "This is for us." She would squawk back at me, with what I assumed to be the dolphin equivalent of "Don't cut your arm off, goofy!" Typical of a mate.(Did I just say "mate"? Yes, at this point in our story, I think that's just what it felt like. As I rolled the word around on my tongue, it seemed to fit, as strange as it sounded even to me. At.