She wanted oral sex and one of them obliged and he squealed with delight, more brandy!!! The other man demanded a taste.The boys were naked by now and...as stiff as I have ever seen any men.The bigger man was busting for action and the smaller gave way. He laid her on her back, and jumped on top, he slid straight in her juicy wet hole. He drove in to her over and over like a madman. Her arms enveloped him and her nails racked his back. She was gasping with delight at his ferocious onslaught into. Then I saw her as she rose in her seat at the back of the carriage. I quickly ran to the back my shoes banging the surface in my eagerness to bring her comfort and joy. I sat directly opposite her and stared in to her wide eyes, her mouth dropped open. I could tell she was overwrought in my presence; I immediately set about re-assuring her. “Don’t worry babe; you are not as hot as most of my chicks, but I don’t mind sitting next to you”. I know from experience rule number one is putting a girl. I find them looking at me also, and have decided it’s because my dick is bigger than any of theirs. Last Saturday night I was invited to a sleep over at one of my friend’s house and of course the only thing we talked about was girls. Girls in general and girls in particular especially the ones with the big tits. We jacked off, only ourselves, and laughed as we each shot our load. My friends were amazed at how big my cock was hard, about 9 inches long and how much cum I shot. When I thought. I’d had 15 piercings by that point and, amazingly, the terror of needles somehow never got easier. I kept expecting myself to get desensitized or to get used to this, but I never did. I had a phobia that made panic rise in my throat every time, made my heart race and made my palms tingle with sweat. And this was the worst piercing yet, or so I’d heard. “No! Okay, yeah. Yeah, I’m good. Just do it.”Morgan Rede and his tattoo artist of a wife had gotten very used to my presence in his shop. Every.