”“Really?”“Really.” I gave her a kiss, my body buzzing from our orgasms. She felt so hot and wet around my cock. She must be so full of my c...m.When I broke the kiss, she asked in a girlish, excited voice, “Can I see it?”“My cock?”She nodded her head vigorously.“Sure.” I groaned as I rolled off her body, my cock sliding out of her pussy. The tip was so sensitive. I rolled onto my back, my wet cock slapping into my belly. I was so huge, my cock reaching almost to my belly button. I couldn’t. .No, no, I was born in Quebec and I stayed in Quebec...Oh, then your father is from Canada?No, no, my father, my mother, my wife, my dog, everybody, they come from Quebec...So why you say Canada?For Christ sake, because you say you don't know where is Quebec!OK, but if you say you don't know Norway ... I don't say that my country is Japan...Shit! Canada isn't Japan. Canada, it's my country.Oh, your country is not Quebec anymore?...My country is Quebec. But my country, it can be Canada too, if. Lynn said to me that she wouldnt tell Mark what had happened but that i should be proud of my body and not be shy around her, i thanked her and left, embaressed but really turned on. That night i wanked my cock so hard in my bedroom, harder than ever before, there was not my usual video in the VCR, there was no magazine for me to look at, no pretty 18 year old girl staring at me from the pages.the lights were out, my eyes were closed, the only o=image in my head was Lynn. I love such adventures, little did I know she was married. After a hard day, sex didn't cross my mind, just wanted to hang out with my best Buddy and his pal.Pleasantries were exchanged, back in the car I was at the front seat, she at the back and before we zoomed- off, they were talking pussy and Dick.Linda seemed to Develop some kind of Interest in me, it didn't strike me since I didn't want anything to come between me and my best Buddy.She insisted I get a contact of her friend who would.