I’m 6’1 tall and quite slim, very fair skin color (Thanks, mom). Everyone thinks of me as a Kashmiri but I’m not. So, all in all, I look decent ...nough. I don’t exactly have a huge cock, honestly.I haven’t ever measured it but it must be somewhere around 5 inches (Yes, there’s hope for us as well). Now, moving onto the real protagonist of this story, Megha, 27 years of age, a newly wed girl. She belonged to a not so rich family. Hence, my loser cousin was able to get married to her.Her height is. More and more, Denise wanted to fuck and would have done had it not been for our clothes. She pushed me away slightly to undo my shirt before slipping back into long passionate kisses as I pulled down the zipper on her dress. It slipped off her shoulder and onto the floor, effortlessly. Denise looked absolutely gorgeous in white bra and matching knickers and suspenders topped with little red bows. I gently spun her around, planting her hands on the dressing table, dropped to my knees and buried. She was wearing a pair of fully fashioned stockings a small suspender belt black stilettos, a white nursing bra for her saggy tits and a thin see though G-String.She sat cross legged and the Prince was clearly happy with his mature Lady. She said how his cock although all hard and erect swung as he walked. As he neared her she could see it close up. It was all scarred and pocked marked, ebony black and shiny, the veins darting from side to side as he twitched it in front of her face. It seemed. .. normal? Normal for me, maybe, but for Alison, not at all. I was almost afraid to look at her again, but then again the morbid curiosity was starting to form as well. In the end I just forgot either way and ogled her out of sheer habit. Her response this time was to lean her hips away from me while sliding her near leg towards me a little. Was she striking a sexy pose for me? It was subtle, and over quickly to keep anybody else from noticing. This, finally, moved me past nervous and started.