I had agreed to let Mistress control my life and it was becoming obvious how seriously she was taking that responsibility. She was going to make dream... I had nurtured since childhood into reality and all I would have to do is relax and let her do it.I had almost drifted off to sleep when the feel of a cold stethoscope on my chest brought me back to full consciousness. The stethoscope was soon replaced by rubber gloved fingers exploring and massaging my breasts and nipples. It felt very good and. My husband then asked the young man if he would mind if we had a look at his massive cock which I could tell by the bulge in his pants it was the largest I'd ever see. He very quickly unzipped his pants and said you can see it if she pulls it out so I did. This monster was every bit of 12 inches and as thick as my wrist and the head of his penis was as big as an apple. I gasped as soon as I saw it I could also feel the moisture in my panties begin. With out even realizing what I was doing I. “It’s been a long time between kisses, hasn’t it Wayne?” she said, “Do you remember the last time you kissed me?” “Yes, I do,” I said. “How old were we? Ten. That’s right, we were ten, weren’t we?” she said. “That’d be right,” I answered. Louise was now lying on her left side, on my right, watching, but not saying anything. “Well, Wayne,” Fiona continued, “we’re not ten years old any more, are we? We’re eighteen. We’re grown up now, and we can do adult things.” With the word “adult”,. ’ I replied hesitantly. ‘Won’t it be weird?’ I immediately regretted what I just said. I must have sounded foolish. But not to Stacey. She is too happy-go-lucky and care free to worry about things like that. I had a lot to learn from her. Instead of being upset, Stacey replied with, ‘What? Why would that be weird?’ She smiled and continued, ‘This is college, nobody knows anybody here.’ She looked into the coffee shop, and took notice of a couple kissing. The boy reached down and squeezed the.