The french guys stayed in the car for a minute, we walked to a small sandy area, both still a little high... I started kissing my gf, running my hands...under her dress... I pulled out my cock and asked her to suck it, she didn't hesitateThe others walked over from the car and she quickly stopped, pushing my cock in my jeans, looking embarrassed, "sorry, sorry, Dan you're rude!"Our friend spoke up, "don't be shy! I saw you two near the opera house the other day! It's cool"She said again they must. No, I don't mean my height, or my weight, I mean my penis. SHE says I can't call it a cock, I have to call it a 'weewee' or at best a penis. I don't have any problem getting hard, it just doesn't get big when it gets hard. I read porno stories about guys with eight or nine inch cocks fucking the brains out of women, and when I have a hard on its even difficult for me to hang onto it to jerk off.Now, I'm not completely incompetent, I can lick pussy with the best lesbian around. I usually give. She felt hands grasp her knees and spread her as a warm mouth closed over her right nipple and began to suck hungrily, small teeth grazing along it, making it feel longer than it ever had. Small strong hands slid under her buttocks and lifted her to a waiting tongue. She felt lips close over her pussy and begin to kiss it as though it was her mouth, nibbling her outer lips then slipping between them for an instant, playing, toying with her. Her legs fell open as she felt fingers grasp her inner. Mr. Beechem adjusted himself in his chair, making me realize just how close he was sitting to me. "Excellent. I really want to help you, Michael, and I think I have a lot to teach you." To emphasize the last few words, Mr. Beechem reached out and put his hand on my knee, startling me.He continued, "I took the time to familiarize myself with all of the personnel records of the interns at the firm and you stood out. Something about what I read and what I've seen told me that you will be open to.