Eventually she had been classified as “defective” and was scheduled for liquidation. She was to be first dissected so the nature of the defect cou...d be established but she had managed to escape before that had happened and here she was. In the distance behind her she heard again the sound of the dogs and she knew they had picked up her trail. Then, over on the left of the street she saw movement, someone was hovering in a doorway, silent and obscured by the darkness, but. He was nice looking, taller and a little heavier than I am, with a nice smile an open attitude and…that bulge. What I was looking at had to be at least six or seven inches long, tucked off to the side of his shorts and looked a little thick. While he was checking in I couldn’t help staring at his crotch so…I was very open about staring. I couldn’t help speculating on the size; it made me all quivery, weak in the knees and my stomach filled with butterflies just imagining him using that. I felt the shudder run through his body and knew I was doing it right. We stayed like this for a while, me sliding my mouth slowly up and down his cock, enjoying the feel and taste as I practised my new-found skills on him. I was enjoying the feel of his hot shaft inside my mouth, the skin slick against my tongue and inner cavity, the head hard as it hit the back of my throat with each thrust. My nose would bury in the hairs at the base, his musky scent filling my nostrils as it brushed the. She was doing things with her tongue I would never have thought of. She was still wearing her shirt, so I told her to stop for a second and take it off. She did, giving me a big 'ol grin. She threw it across the room, then sat me down on the bed. She kept suckin', and I played with her gigantic titties. I never was a tit man, but I think mayber that was 'cause all my other girlfriends had small-ass titties. These things reminded me of what my pop always called 'em; Dirty Pillows. That's exactly.