Mikki lay back in contemplation. Damn, Giselda was a great gal. With her available, why did Daddy go around chasing any other pussy? Nothing could bea... Giselda. What was Daddy after, anyway? What did he need?"Ahhhhh!" he gasped as he plunged his throbbing cock into her cunt-hole, breaking her cherry and sending sparks of fiery pain through her cunt. "Uhhhh! That does it, you little tease! That takes care of your cherry!" Ohhhh, Don!" Mikki shuddered. "That, hurt more than. I expected. Please be. They sat and waited for their drinks to be brought over and talked about what might lie ahead as they drank. Max looked at his watch. It was nearly eight o’clock. “You ready for this then?” Max asked Martine when they had finished. “If I’m not now, I never will be,” she responded. They finished off their drinks and Max looked at the till receipt. Eighty francs? Where the fuck were they? On top of the Eiffel Tower? He begrudgingly counted out the money and was thankful to have enough change. Never...that can't be...be real...never in the world of God..."! f******n inches of weeping cock jutted out in front of me and I smiled, proudly! As I stood there, a blob of precum beaded on the slit of my knob and lazily dripped to the wooden floor. Lucinda's eyes widened as my cock then began to twitch! Silently, she mouthed something. "Tell you what, Lucinda, why don't you give it a good tug so that you're convinced that it's not 'prosthetic', as you claim, eh"? Lucinda swallowed and looked. . she got little shy and I came back to my senses, she asked is it looking good.I said you are looking so hot. I didn’t know how I said that. My tongue was not in my control I figured.She sat beside me and we just started talking normally, she asked about my life,we discussed how I manage to cook food every day and how I manage to do other things..after some time of our chat the discussion don’t know how went over my personal life..she asked if I have any girlfriend and obviously I said no(it.