Curious at this we examined the offending shaft and finally saw that my prick had grown at least a thumb length (2.5") longer than it was. My wife no... wishing to be harpooned by this monster decided she would ride the shaft. I lay back as she lowered her now dripping cunt down unto this trunk. It slipped slowly into the hole and she moaned as it entered her ever receptive pussy. Slowly at first she tested the depths to which this monster of a shaft wold go to. Then her movement up and down. Is this asking too much?"They all shook their heads negatively."A couple of more things. From now on, when you come to pick us up for a date, don't bother to honk your car horn. Come to the door, ring the doorbell, and ask politely for us to come to the door. Our parents just may want to see and meet who it is that is taking out their daughter. And as far as 'later' goes, sometimes we don't feel sexy. Some times we don't want to 'play around'. Sometimes we want nothing to do with sex, and you. Since then, it's become more common where I live to see white men with black women. It's not really as "taboo" anymore but that's still what I'm into.) Anyway though, I would randomly do this while she was watching tv, laying on her stomach with her ass in the air. Or when I was just using her ass as a pillow, this would inevitably lead to my face being buried in her ass. I've never done this to other women but I'm convinced black women enjoy this more than others. It got to the point than when. ”This was the second passage Melissa had memorized from the story. She took the cock out of her mouth and considered it for a moment, measuring it with her eyes, wondering how big it really is. 6 inches, maybe even 7? Maybe she should measure it sometime? Later, she thought. Right now all she wanted to find out is whether she'd be able to get it all the way down her throat and how it would feel once it was there. So straightening her neck, she opened her mouth around it and pushed her face.