"Jeff was cut and had just about the fattest cock I'd ever had the pleasure of seeing face to face. The old adage, "beer can thick" went through my mi...d. And while I'd seen longer dicks, his was already over the seven inch marker and looked like at full attention would top out above eight inches. It was heavily veined and he had a bird's nest of red wiry pubes that his rod popped out of. Clearly he was not a manscaper. I had to open my mouth to its widest to get his big plum sized cockhead into. Hathi babita ki chut chodne lag jata haiFir kya apko pata hi hai ki hathi ka lund matlab chut ka bada bhosda babita ki chut fat jati hai babita chillane lagti hai but hathi uski chut chodne me laga hua hota hai thodi der baad babita ko maje aane lagte hai babita ki chudai ke baad jab babita apni chut ko dekhti hai to babita dang reh jati hai babita ki chut ka bhosda ban chuka hota hai pehle babita ki chut tennis ball ke barabar thi or ab babita ki chut volleyball ke barabar ho gayi thi babita. So I slipped off my swimsuit and wrapped it around the handle.With the additional padding, I was able to pull with all my might, and as I did the lamp popped free of the sand. It didn't look exactly like what I envisioned Alladin's lamp to be. It was much larger, and more pot shaped, but it had a long neck and a handle like the drawings in the books. And it was definitely golden in color beneath a rather thick layer of dirt and soot. I thought to myself, "It's probably some cheap tin sign. In our talks of our past, Cheryl mentioned a “swing club” that she and a friend used to visit in Los Angeles. The conversation got around to Cheryl and me trying it out together. Then, Rebecca asked why she could not go with us. Cheryl mentioned that it was for couples only, but she knew of a male friend that could go with Rebecca. His name was Ron and had a body builder body. So Cheryl made an appointment to meet Ron along the way and take him to the club with the rest of us. He would be.