Tucked up on the fourth floor, through two doors, one with the very dull title 'The Edgar J. Potts Collection of Official Waindell Documents and Histo...ical Research,' was a wood-paneled reading room for the rare soul interested in our New England town. The doors and the name acted as a wall to the average student; for the brave student, it acted as a buffer from the rest of the finals studiers who were only too happy to memorize their notes next to hundreds of others. I made it my home. No one,. And that was Allan’s job. It was his responsibility to satisfy his wife in bed, not some odd ball with a deformed (it had to be deformed – a size that big was unnatural, wasn’t it?) cock. Allan remained riveted to the spot his mind attempting to process the images before his eyes, to make sense of what was happening to his dear wife. Before his mind could process any more emotions he was too late. With one swift movement Juan had lined his cock up with her inviting pussy and entered her, slowly. All you are saying to these women is I want your body. In buying sexy underwear you are saying you want pussy dressed up.’ ‘Jean,’ Neville said nervously. ‘Shut up. You were almost as bad and if I had failed to assess your money-making potential I would have dump you like Duke’s women dump him.’ Duke disputed that. ‘Fair go Jean, women never really dump me, er most women don’t.’ ‘Oh no, so where are they now?’ Duke looked at Neville as if appealing for intervention but Neville stood and said. She threw my hat and sword across the room and went straight for my belt. Every time I would try to say something she put her finger on my lip and shushed me, so I took the hint and just lay back to get ready for whatever was about to happen. When she finally got my pants off she pulled my boxers down and my cock sprang free and slapped her in the face.“It's so fucking big, at least 7-8 inches!I've been waiting a long time for this, and I'm gonna enjoy every minute of it,” she said and took me.