I’d better explain. All those years ago, I had been invited to spend the summer holidays with my friend Pete and his parents. He lived in a northern...seaside resort and I had just moved from there to a midland industrial city. No contest, I was going! The sea, the sun, the girls…Ah the girls, that also explained why I was laid up in bed, rather than going fishing with Pete and his dad. We'd been out for a bike ride the day before and met a couple of girls. We made friends with them and I asked. He closed the door and said "Pull it out and get to work". As my cock was throbbing with anticipations I grabbed the zipper of his pants and unzipped him. He wasn't wearing boxers so I could see the base of his cock immediately. It was just as massive as the picture he had sent even flaccid. I pulled his pants off all the way and just stared at his cock while gently massaging it. I could feel it start to stiffen and I began to bathe the massive black cock with my tongue. Slurping it up. “Let me check him out. Give me his address and full name and let me do some Internet searches. Maybe he’s a saint or maybe he’s . . . what’s that Yiddish word you like to use for a pendejo? A smock?” Dafna smiled. “A shmuck, not a smock.” “Whatever. Before you get too deep, I’ll see what I can find.” Dafna looked teary. “Velma, I am in deep, already.” “I’ll run some checks today.” True to her word, Velma ran Dan’s name through Nexis, US Search, Factiva, KnowX, Switchboard, and Google,. Then she told me yeah her frn’s b’s are huge and she complains a lot about it as she can’t get proper tops to wear. (Actually she was feeling jealous within; i got to know about it afterwards).After few days i asked Jaanu “i have doubt… She did say “yuckkk, we are not” and enquired why i got that kind of a doubt. Then i told her you guys move too closely and know about each other stats and all, so i felt that you guys are less. She asked me to never speak in that attire. I said ok. After few.