Her hand lightly touches the head of his cock under the waistband, and he moans again, loving the pain and pleasure she is putting him through. He run... his fingers down her scalp, over her shoulders, and pushes the straps of her bra from her shoulder before returning to her head and running his fingers through her hair. He lightly pushes her head to him. She pulls his boxers down to release him, her tongue ready to suck the tip into her mouth. Her hand lowers to the base of his shaft, holding. "God, I'm plastered." I said."Yeah, me, too."We sat side by side on the bed, thinking whatever thoughts we had in our minds and looking at each other owlishly. She giggled nervously. "I hope you don't think I'm a slut." Babe, I have no idea what kind of woman you are, but thinking you're a slut? Nah." I waved my hand while I tried to think of how to put it."Thanks." She shivered. "I, well, uh," she stumbled over what she was trying to express. "I don't sleep around; my ex was the one that was. Kay had fallen in love with that song a few years ago when a movie came out and it was on the soundtrack, she had always said that this song reminded her of their relationship and that it meant so much to her. As his wife and soon to be bride again walked down the aisle towards him her face was a mixture of beaming smiles and tears. She was overjoyed beyond belief and yet at the same time she was so touched at all the thought andpreparation that she couldn’t possibly take all of this in right. The biggest balls I've ever seen. With the torch being so close I could see a lot more detail and I instantly got another boner. I carefully ran my finger over his scrotum and it was very squishy. That was when I realized the long, thick bulge running under his boxers toward his belly button. I placed my hand on top of the bulge and felt his hard pulsating cock, which was leaking precum at the tip. I sat there for a while looking at his masculine body and following his fine beginnings of a.