" I didn't know but in reality he had no idea who theywere.I said "fine" and got off of my seat, turned round and, spreading mylegs apart so that I di...n't touch him, knelt on his seat, straddlinghim. From my new position I could feel just how large he really was.Now, I've always been satisfied with my size, but this guy's positivelydwarfed mine. Now, where I had been hard right from the word go, thisguy was barely half-mast.Anyway, now feeling quite inferior, I started to move against my. Some memories were more painful than others. When I saw Jeff at the pool with his shirt off or smelled his sweat when he’d been mowing the lawn, hot sexual images of his father invariably tormented me. Jeff Senior and I enjoyed a wonderful sex life; full of passion and unbridled lust right up until the day he died. I naturally missed having my husband when I wanted or needed it, especially when it had been as big as his had been!I know plenty of women who say that cock size isn’t important, and. One evening his mother asked him to walk me home, he agreed and we went on our way silently, it was awkward, but i reached out and touch his upper arm and said thank you. He just smiled at me and I asked him, can i do something for you, i took him by the hand and pulled him into a small park and i started to rub his already swollen cock, it was big and it felt ready to cum, it was throbbing and he looked nervous., i tried giving him head, but it was too big for my mouth and he was precumming. I can see that he is already playing with his dick. “Come on piggy, hurry up. Spread my ass cheeks so you can clean deeply.” Now I definitely want to cry. He knows that this is not something I enjoy. He doesn’t ask to be rimmed very often, but when he does he expects me to be fully enthusiastic.I take a deep breath, close my eyes and spread open his cheeks. I move forward until my tongue reaches his asshole. I can feel daddy quiver as my tongue swirls around. “Deeper piggy” he groans. I can’t.