Her suffering was grotesque and genuine, as near the start of the film her arms were cut off with a knife while being raped. She spent the rest of the...film having to adapt to her new physical deficiency. Something which was treated relatively sympathetically. She was a very beautiful girl. Somehow or other she managed with the assistance of others in bringing her attackers to their own gross and disturbing deaths, inevitably including their own mutilation. Then I saw her in another film where. This was above average, about 8 inches. Immediately, I reached for it. Cynthia gasped a little, “That is so big.” “Mmmhumm. It feels so good. Touch.” She moved back, “I couldn’t.” “Who’s going to know? I won’t tell. He won’t tell.” She hesitated. I grabbed her left hand and brought it to cock. Gently, I placed it on the 8 inches. We each held it in one hand. “It is big.” “I know. It feels great. Don’t ya think?” As if in a trance, she answered, “Yes.” “Cyn, have you ever held one so big?” “I’ve. . rather nice to talk to and to look at. The "look at" part was completely one-sided of course; none of them ever even glanced at him as a romantic interest. But as a conversation partner he liked to think there was a mutual appreciation. Quite often he'd end up at school late into the evening, lounging on the mats after practice with the girls, chatting about their chances of winning the next meet, what to expect on the chem exam next Friday, or why in the world the theater club had decided to. Bending over the head as he lost the ability to stand and fell back onto the bed, Angel took his cock firmly in her hand and blew out her sweet warm breath over it. The feeling was so sensual and sexual John almost came on the spot. Angel ran her wet pink tongue around the head making sure to keep her hair from between the reflection in the mirror and his cock, so he could see her every move reflected. As she drew his cock into her waiting mouth, running her tongue around the head and up and.