It has served to give me the worst complex.4 years ago, I had suffered so much humiliation from women over my size that I'd pretty much accepted that ...'d never be in a loving and happy relationship. I have normal urges, I love beautiful women as much as any man, but I've had so many nasty and vicious encounters that I decided it was easier to keep my distance from them and find a way to plow through each day without getting close enough to any one woman so that I could avoid the further. ..maybe it was the shape of his face, maybe his gentle features, but maybe it was his deep blue eyes and the contrast to his jet black hair. But, maybe it was all of these. During the rest of the day and into the evening we sat around listening to music and smoking some weed. I went to bed about 10:00 p.m., before the both of them. I must have been pretty tired because I don't remember too much after my head hit the pillow. That is until.... At one point during the night I remember. He was in heaven. So much in fact that he no longer wanted to admire her body but go to work on it. He pushed her on to her back with his dick by rotating it into the center of her mouth, drove it as far as he could into her throat until she gave way and slid off of the end of his now raging hard boner. She laid back and became instantly picturesque. Her legs coiled a little bit over each other accentuating the curve of her hips and her arms folded in like wings to cover her bosom.Jack took. Conflicting thoughts jumbled together in her mind like a traffic jam on 696 during rush hour. His eyes never waver, and she shivers as if standing out in a snowstorm, the nubs on her chest threatening to tear through the thin fabric of her dress. “Turn around”, only two words, but spoken with a gentle forcefulness. Immediately, she turns around, limbs trembling with terrified excitement.The feel of his fingers gripping her elbows startle her, “How did he get over here and not make a sound?” she.