Instead, she reached down and ran her fingers along the now-conspicuous bulge in his jeans. Barry gasped; could this really be happening? He pulled ba...k and looked over at Stacy. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open; she seemed to be breathing hard, but it was difficult for Barry to tell in the weak starlight. All he could see were her breasts rising and falling beneath the open blouse. Misgivings aside, he reached forward and began playing with those breasts, alternately. It pushes on something that hurts, but hurts good.”“That’s probably the tip of my penis pushing against your cervix,” I said. “That’s the mouth of your womb.”“I know what a cervix is,” she snorted. “It has a mucus plug in it to keep germs and other bad stuff out of my uterus.”She moved her hips in a little circle. I was reminded of a hula dance.“Ohhh, I could do this all night,” she sighed.“That mucus plug doesn’t keep sperm out,” I panted.“We already had this conversation,” she said. “Now. This goofy assed loser had a dick the size of King Kong! We both froze in our tracks and just stared, Tina just blurted out “Look at the size of that fucking cock Baby Doll!”I have sucked and fucked a lot of cocks in my time but Greasy was packing a dam serious few pounds of cock meat!”Both of us still frozen in a cold stare with my shorts undone , he started slowly stroking his cock , this fucking thing wasn’t even fully hard yet and already I knew that my sweaty , juicy cunt had to have a. How was that for irony? I was the half-Jewish grandson of a Nazi war criminal! Whatever else Dad inherited from Karl Koenig, at least the anti-Semitism died with the Waffen SS man. That much was clear.“I’m fertile, by the way. You just knocked me up. Don’t worry. It’s only a mamzer if born to adultery and close incest, not fornication with a mere cousin. People mistranslated the word as ‘bastard’ in the King James Version, a very poor word choice that reflected translators’ early modern.