You can look at my pictures posted here if you like, that is if you want to see my fully erect five inches. Really, I do not mind at all. That is why ... posted them. However, there is one thing that is so true about me as I stated earlier. I never brag or talk about the size, or lack thereof, of my penis. I guess now though, I am going to talk about my cock. Go figure! I know that I am smaller than the average guy. I know in fact that I am smaller than my friends, most of whom I have known since. Told him to hold on to the image of the woman he really wanted to be inside of at that moment. He felt so ashamed of himself but the satisfaction outweighed his guilt. The release he’d been praying to happen for the past few hours was so close. He didn’t want to ruin it with feelings of guilt so he did what all guilty people do…he refused to acknowledge it any further. It was building and he didn’t want it to stop. Vicki’s inner demons toyed with her. William, no doubt, was the man she loved. . sure MB: Neck KK: oh now that’s weird it feels like someone is kissing my neck It amazed Katie how real it felt. She turned her head to make sure no one was in the room. MB: Good girl Mmmmmm. Keep saying that. MB: Shoulders KK: ahh that one feels nice kinda like a massage She relaxed and let the hands soothe her muscles. How is he doing this? Who cares? It feels so good. MB: Arms Fingernails lightly skimmed her arms, causing their hairs to raise. Goosebumps spread out as she squirmed. She. "It was pretty fucking amazing for us too Mom." Whitney said. She reached up and kissed Cary passionately on the mouth. "Was I as good as Mom? she asked putting him on the spot. "Infinitely better." He answered. Charlotte smiled and said "Good answer, sweetie, good answer." "I baked you all cookies." Charlotte said as if they had just come from the spelling bee. Cary rolled over onto his back, his young cock sticking straight up toward the ceiling. "Look, Mama," Whitney said "Isn't that the.