"They know, and we have their blessing. As I said, enjoy. I know it's your first time, and you are probably ready to shoot, so let me ease your pressu...e first, and then we can really enjoy each other slow and easy."With these words, I suddenly felt her hand on my cock, starting to jerk me up and down very slowly. The pleasure I felt at that moment was heavenly. And, of course, she was right. Within less than 30 seconds I was ready to shoot. She felt this, leaned over, and took my cock in her. Maybe I was finding a part of myself I never knew existed. I got the tickets for Jeff. I knew he would love it, so I could endure it. I would be more inclined to go to a concert that featured metal instead of brass. The Beethoven was familiar. I think it was made into some popular song a while ago. But the Tchaikovsky really got to me. It was passionate and energetic and every time I thought it was over, it kept on going. I hadn’t the remotest idea I would like classical music. Jeff was humming. "How big is it? Angela asked. Her voice seemed shaky. "Eight and a half inches," Jessica blurted out. "Eight and a half inches," she repeated herself. I stood there, feeling like a fucking porn star – this was awesome. Jessica looked up at me with a dazed expression on her gorgeous face."How big does it get when it's hard?" she asked. Glancing back down at it. "Why don't you make it hard and find out?" I asked, cheekily. I swung it from left to right in front of her like a pendulum, the head. In any case I was now even more curious. We made arrangements for her to let me know when her train would arrive and I would meet her at Piccadilly Station.So on the following Friday, 27th April, I went for my run early, and early-afternoon I was waiting at the end of the platform for the London train to disgorge its passengers. I searched as the suitcase-toting crowd passed me by, until there she was.I could not believe it, she was with a man! He was talking to her and she was smiling and.