Beer had started taking effect and my dick was moving freely inside my dhothi. I slept on one extreme corner of the bed, with her back in front of me....Her ass was round, big and extreme curvaceous, I inched forward wanted to touch and feel her ass. I pretended to be drunk and put my left hand on her moved closer to her. Now my dick is in contact with her ass, grown bigger to 7.5 inch long, strong like an iron rod and started to poke her from behind. She felt it and moved further away from me, I. But even if our stories now had a location and a scenario, we were never ever going to actually do it. It was just a better way of turning us on, and when we laid there next to each other and masturbated we knew we had the same picture in our heads.But never did the stories turn into anything like a real game plan.But then they did, because for my birthday that year she gave me a membership card for the same gym, and I noticed how she blushed when she gave it to me and we both laughed at. His fat meat pole began to harden and it continued to inch down his leg. Was this thing ever going to stop growing? While I was scared this guy was going to kill me if I didn't do what he asked, I was equally scared that the monster in his pants was going to kill me, or at least maim me for life, if this scene did play out.A big wet spot began to grow on the dirty denim, not from my tonguing but from the leaking pipe confined within. "Yea boy, you making me nice and hard. How you like the taste. “You’re such a tease, Shawna,” he said.“And you love it,” she responded. “Why don’t you come to my place some time this weekend? I’ve got a surprise for you.”“Oh yeah? Finally going to let me eat you like I’ve been begging for?”“No, not that…Well, you’ll see.” Then she grabbed his crotch and stroked it hard once before walking away, giggling.She got to her apartment, opened the door, put her books down on the coffee table and went to visit the white girl tied up in her bedroom. She opened her.