My seven inches is completely firm, like an iron rod wrapped in silky flesh, and she felt the familiar need inside strongly. She needs my cock. She n...eds me in her. She needs me to stretch her and fill her and leave a bit of myself in her. She used her fingers to ease my boxers down, and I lifted my hips slightly so she can get them off. When they are off, I settled back in and she is treated to her first glimpse of my firm member. It is just the right size, just the right width, with a. He hadn't even touched her or done anything in regards to loosening her mood, but now he wanted her to strip. Her amusement soon turned to a look of confusion. I think there was a definite crossroads situation going on in her head. I could see her weighing up her options. Did she really want to fuck this guy tonight? Or would she prefer leaving it, putting it down to a mismatch. 'If I can see your pussy I will get hard really quick,' he offered nervously, as if the word ‘pussy’ had shied away. His brown hair hung over his eyes slightly, he was definitely due for a haircut. ‘Hey Stace, you look great! New outfit?’ he asked. ‘Yeah, just went shopping last week,’ Stacy answered. She was wearing a new black sweater and grey pencil skirt, over the last few weeks, Stacy had started a new work-out regime, and it had clearly shown as she had lost 2 inches off her curvy hips. ‘So what’s the movie for tonight?’ Stacy giggled, ‘I’ve been in the mood for some comic book-style blood and gore,. I was MUCH smaller than other boys, and girls clothing fit me much better and more comfortable than boys clothes. My mother and Brittany both understood this, and never judged me for it. They even proudly defended me at times as I got older.As I progressed through my teens, I inherited my sister's hand-me-down clothes just like a little sister would. When I was 18, I was the same size she had been at 18, which was 5'6" 130 lbs. Her clothes fit me perfectly!When I was 14 I went to live with my.