Levi was very responsive to the underside of his cock as well. I ran my fingers along it, tracing the smoothness and causing him to mutter incomprehen...ibly. I experimented with different pressures, pushing a little harder with each stroke, until I heard Levi moan. “That’s it, darling,” he panted. A small pearly bead formed at his tip, oozing slowly out. Instinctually, I pressed a finger against it, then brought it closer to my face to inspect. It almost shimmered, I thought. I pressed my finger. George sympathised and said he hoped it was not too serious. A quick thought about going home was dismissed as he ordered his usual pint and found a seat. It was quiet compared to some Fridays, but then there was no disco in the bar tonight. After getting his second pint, served by the gorgeous looking landlady Jean, George turned without looking. Actually, he was still concentrating on her ample chest barely covered by the top she was almost wearing, and straight into a man with his pint. The only difference is that it feels really good for me. Pierre is on his way as hubby is sitting at the table working on a research paper. He is very much focused on it. Let's see how focused he is. "Honey, my friend Pierre is coming over to drill my holes." "Yes, fine darling" he responds. "But honey, his black dick is the size of my arms." He continues to write in his paper and responds "Yes, blackhole's are very dangerous, darling." I start to get undressed in front of him. I strip out of. For instance, I knew that a baby comes out of the womans body, down between her legs, through a very special hole, called a birth canal. And I knew that all girls have birth canals down between their legs, and that thats what made them girls, instead of boys. And by the time that I reached puberty, I had managed to figure out that the large orifice at the very rear of my pussy crack was actually my birth canal. But I used to call it my big hole, in an effort to distinguish it from my other two,.