She tried to imagine being penetrated by such a large organ, and concluded that her faraj was simply too small."Go ahead, Zahrah, feel it for yourself..." Basheera urged her other daughter.Zahrah slowly reached out and touched a man's zakar for the first time. She found it surprisingly warm to the touch, and just as her mother had said, the helmet and inner lining of the foreskin were soft and silky. Zahrah took the sensitive foreskin between her thumb and forefinger, and pulled the fleshly. The sharp tone brought her singing back into my mind and my hard-on was throbbing again “I am a wood nymph. This forest is my home.” She smiled at me and I went mad with desire. I wanted to be one with this mysterious girl, this nymph, whatever she was. I began pounding her with a raging longing, and she gasped and moaned in that tiny voice. I picked up her petite body with ease and continued pumping my cock as I took her small breasts in my mouth, each in turn, and flicked my tongue at her. He began to pump harder and harder into me and I knew it wouldn't be long before I would come. I told him so and he just carried on, as he couldn't got any harder. I was lost in him and he was lost in me and that was all that mattered for now. It reminded me of a song I heard once… And all I can taste is this moment, And All I can breathe is your life, Cause sooner or later its over, I just don't want to miss you tonight. As I thought of this, a tear escaped from the corner of my eye. As he. There was another toilet fairly nearby, but I knew it was tiny, so it was very unlikely to be busy, but I thought I would give it a chance.I got there and walked in. It was empty, but I thought I would stay for a bit. I stood at the urinal, with only space for to people, pulled my dick out again and stroked it a bit to get a good semi going. While I waited I checked the gay dating sites on my phone for anybody looking to meet or anyone nearby.There was an older versatile guy in his 60s, I had.