She's short, maybe 5 foot. Small tits (my fave). I offer her a drink. She says, a little tipsily, "Sure, a Coke'd be fine."I head to the bar and order...up a rum and coke for her and vodka and sprite for me. I walk back to the new girl and introduce myself. "I'm Kelly," she says, "sorry I'm just kinda nervous, I don't really know anyone here." I ask her if she's new. She just laughs and takes a long swallow of her drink. She coughs a bit and takes another swallow. Coughing again, she asks, "are. It was fight or flight and I didn’t know which to do. My head turned slowly towards him, my voice dropping slightly as I met his eyes, my lower back heating from the pressure of his hand as we continued walking, ‘Now Dave, why would I have my sights set on such a happily married man?’ A deep, rich laugh rolled out of his tempting lips as his hand slide across my back to my elbow as we passed a darkened alcove, tightening as he spun me, pressing me back against the wall of the recessed opening,. “Wait! What should I say? Should I ask for the tawse or the cane? How many should I ask for?” Sophie laughed. “Oh Pippa, I wouldn’t try and tell my mum how she should punish you.” Pippa understood and pressed redial. Sophie lay back on the bed and listened to Pippa’s half of the conversation. “Hello, Mrs. Dupree.” “Yes, very well thank you.” “Yes.” “Yes.” “Mmm.” “Mrs. Dupree, I know this may sound like an odd request but I was wondering…” “Yes.” “Yes, here she is.” Pippa put her. Many many many. And some, such as Yves’, she’d had the pleasure of exploring very carefully. Her fiancé’s penis was a fine example. When erect it must have been twenty centimetres long or more. And inside her cunt… It certainly felt big enough. But then, Yves’ was almost the only penis that had penetrated her. At least, the only one to do so more than once, those wild undergraduate parties excepted. But how could a penis as big as Nicholas’ be anything other than painful to any vagina it.