When I got the mail that day I couldn't wait to know what exactly it was and how it felt in my hand.When I opened the package, I was flushed and just ...miling, and I wasn't sure what to do next. I've never had something so real like that. I wasn't sure what to do with it. I held it in my hand and just ran my fingers along the length of it, seven inches I believe. It was a little weird to actually have something so lifelike in my hands. I just held it in my hands for a little bit. Once I was more. For me personally, breadth wins hands down, as the fulfillment feeling makes for a great orgasm, as your vaginal muscles grip the cock, and the fatter that sweet baby is, the more grip you have.Length on the other hand is limited to your vaginal size and to be brutally honest guys, all the feeling is at the entrance, so length plays a secondary role in the fuck process, give me a good tongue, and watch me scream.The overall biggest in both dimensions, Portuguese, not black, and again, most. "You look beautiful." She told me, "And I want you to wear no hat when we go for your doctor’s visit tomorrow."I was dreading the doctors visit because the last time my useless clit had been examined it had caused me pain, it had been lifted free of its hood, griped by small forceps, squeezed, tugged, eve twisted, I had endured a skin sample being scraped off its tip with a wooden spatula and had it suctioned and tweaked, all to see how I responded and how much blood flowed to it. I had gone. He soon noticed that she had no idea what anything on the menu was and he asked if she would like him to order for her. She closed the menu as she gave him a grateful smile. He ordered the shrimp and noodle for each of them. She loved the fried calamari and admitted it was the first time she had ever eaten them. She did leave the ones with tentacles to him. When her tea was brought her confusion led him to prepare it for her. ‘Have you been in a Japanese place before?’ he asked. ‘No, in my town.