“Maybe it’s too much foryou to handle.” “Too much for me to handle?” She raised an eyebrow at that.Twisting the cone in...her hand, she looked it over carefully. “I thinkI’ve handled bigger,” she said, a wicked note creeping into her voice.Pressing her tongue flat against the ice cream, she licked straight upthe ice cream, her eyes half closed. Repeating the motion, she workedher way around the cone, then captured the offending drip with a tipof. He turned to his right&hellip,his cock was right there&hellip,it was rigid. I fought the urge to grab it&hellip,did I want to push it away&hellip,or was I going to return the favor. I returned the favor&hellip,his body jerked in response to my mouth encapsulating the end of his dick. A head so big, it stretched my mouth. How in the hell did Denise get this monster all the way in? The thought that this was my sons dick&hellip,coupled with the knowledge he was on the phone with his. "Cheers, babe!" I was delighted with my new accessories and couldn't wait to get ready for my night. We both sat down at the table, sipped our coffees and planned our evening's sortie."Why don't we go out on the 'Girl's Road' to the service station and on the way back, stop in at that place we always pass and always say that we'll pop in there one night?"The 'Girls Road' was the name we gave to the road I had used for years. In the olden days, before Sam entered my life, my cross-dressing was. She smelled like booze and pussy with a hint of perfume. She had no bra on, her nipples pressed through her top on my bare chest. "I got parker, want to watch? Btw you have a bigger cock than Joe." she said looking down at my groin. "Oh yeAh I knew I was better than the fool." She looked rather undisturbed since we were talking about my dick. "Later". I replied. I heard my dad car drive in, as I got dressed my iphone rang, it was a text from Whit. "Miss U, waaaant u, say sum'n hot." "Stop doing.