My hand slowly went down and took his erect manhood. It was like a flagstaff in my small feminine hands. “How huge you are lover. My mother is truly...lucky” I said. Rising up, I went down and took him in my mouth. Never did I feel the thrill that I felt at that moment. It was huge; it was lovely and it smelt nice. I didn’t realize I could take it all in and I did. His hand was now on my head, and he was moaning away, “Yogitha! My lovely Yogitha. How masterful my love now his hand went down and. This story is about that time. The story is true. Every fact of it occurred. What makes the story a fiction is my purposeful exclusion of many other, extraneous experiences that shaped my life at the time. They are no more or less important than the experiences I have included in the story, I simply have chosen to omit them because they cling only to the periphery of my memory. I have chosen to tell the story in vivid detail because the details are important to me. They are what form the. Now those who wish to try to defeat the maze, line up at the doorways. Couples only, please." Ohh, that sounds like fun," my Black Queen said. "Let's get in line?" Okay, I can't see why not."There were six doors spaced along this side of the maze, Jackson assured us that each door could make it to the center, but some were faster than others.We stepped into the maze and the corridor moved to the left, following the outside of the maze. We passed the first opening toward the center, seeing the. Come." Carol led her back into the bedroomand unashamedly undressed in front of Judy. She then lay spread-eagled on thebed. "Do unto me as I did unto you," Carol laughed misquoting somepassage from the scriptures. Still feeling very exited and sexually stimulated,Judy took her time exploring her new friend's much smaller body. The fine redlines that decorated her arse, the front of her thighs and her breasts, particularlyintrigued her. They were obviously not too recent but they must have been.