You undo your pants and your hard oozing cock bounces straight up. I lick and suck your fingers into my mouth. Your cockhead is right at the entranc... to my hot wet hole. My eyes are begging you. I try to sit up. Trying hard to get closer to you. I can feel your slippery cockhead in-between my wet lips. You lean down and kiss me. You can taste my pussy. I moan into your mouth as your cock begins to slide into me. I can feel the head of your dick rubbing against the walls of my pussy. . “Well… I didn’t measure it, but it was quite impressive,” I replied.After a brief silence, Tristan said, “I’m nine by nine.”“Excuse me?” I queried, somewhat bewildered.“Nine inches long and nine inches round,” was his reply.“Fuck, that’s big, bro. No wonder Debbie was so traumatized. Did you ever have any other women bail on you?” I asked.“Yeah, two others,” he replied, impishly. Again we sat quietly for a short while.“Would you let me fuck you, Sandy,” he asked, very quietly.My heart almost. Actually what John Ebber did to his daughter was more of a face fuck than a blow job. Dale had watched from the open doorway several times while John brutalized his daughter's mouth with his hard cock.Dale peeked out his partially closed door to see his father, dressed only in a pair of boxer shorts, push open Jill's door. He never knocked on her door, after all it was his house, wasn't it? Dale's prick was hard as he eased himself over to Jill's wide open door. He didn't think his father cared. Reading and studying. He had allowed me full access to his library, and I drowned myself in all the powerful spellbooks and tomes reserved for elder scholars. As the change still refused to happen, I eventually adopted a quite fatalistic approach to life. I could do nothing to help the situation besides reading and hoping to stumble upon something he had overseen. Droacner’s abilities continued to be my only salvation, and I refused myself to think that he could not do it, but began to prepare.