After getting my jeans around my ankles, she looked up and saw my boxers forming a circus tent. she hooked her fingers in my waistband and i stood up ...o help her; she smiled and pulled my boxers completely down, 7 1/2 inches of rock hard cock almost smacking her in the face. a small gasp escaped her lips as she stared at in wonder and slowly wrapped her tiny hand at the base of my throbbing shaft. she looked up at me with pleading eyes as if to ask for permission. i smiled at her and slightly. I had no sense that when he did something he had to be the best. He just seemed to want what he did to be effective. If it didn't work, he would try something else.So if he didn't need to excel, it had to be something else. Did he feel the additional preparation made him more able to improvise? Did it have anything to do with performance at all? I'd never seen him attempt anything he couldn't accomplish.Then I thought back to something he had said at Thanksgiving: I, in particular, have been. Elaine and Ellen were happy, too. Ellen was happy because she was caught up with her sister in the sex department. Elaine was happy because we had moved one step closer to doing the nasty. The Mighty Kong was the happiest though, because he finally saw something besides the palm of my hand.Saturday morning Papa and I went to Mama’s Diner for breakfast before going to the job site. It was just the two of us that day as all we had to do was finish the sheathing and dry in the roof, so we were in. When I got to the part where the assistant pulled out his cock, she grabbed my own and guided it inside her. I carried on with the story as I humped her, finding that reciting it all to her made it even more exciting."God you're such a pervert," she said, locking her legs around me and holding onto my ass so that I couldn't move. "What if that had been me, that k** was looking at?"When she said this my cock suddenly grew inside her, it felt bigger than I had ever known before, and Sally noticed.