"She laughed. She put her hand over her mouth and she started to have a bad case of the giggles. The rest of the people in the room looked over at the...sound. I smiled back like I had just told her a joke to relieve the tension.When she had control again, she wiped her eyes and said, "The news report said twenty bikers." A slight exaggeration. I haven't been on a bike since I was 10. That one had playing cards in the spokes." And the murdered girl's blood?" Will match my DNA perfectly if they. The house was quiet so she ran out and practically fell down the stairs in her hurry. Her small but pert 34b tits bounced around as she ran into the kitchen and found the largest cucumber she could. Then she went down into the chilly basement which made her nipples hard and fished out her used panties, buried beneath dirty clothes. Her scent still fresh on her panties, she held both items in her hands and ran back upstairs, almost tripping into her room as she heard someones door open. She. As a shit-eater, the first thing I imagined upon meeting a woman with a round, firm ass was to kneel behind her and service her asshole with my tongue. My mouth seemed vacuum sealed to this woman's hole as the whip twirled faster and faster; dancing pain concentrated across my cock and balls. My tongue now felt the broad end of her gift; it's distinct taste like a rare, bitter spice commanded my senses; my balls welled up, about to explode, and I moaned deeply as her anus spasm-ed...and opened. ”It seemed absurd on the face of it. I was a small woman and he was a big man. But more significant was that I was used to men with cocks about six or seven inches long when erect and Jake’s was that long soft and limp. Fully erect, as it was now, it was twice that size and as wide as my forearm. My reaction to it, though, proved not to be irrational based on his reaction to my reaction. He had encountered that reaction from other women. I didn’t know his history with women, but the immediacy.