. . well, they were big enough, she supposed! But that wasn’t enough to ever convince Marti to actually engage in a conversation with a man about an...thing other than her beloved socks. It was too difficult. Over time, her protective practice had become a part of who she was – Marti just chose to ignore men. It came as a shock to Marti though, when she realized that her attitude wasn’t having the desired effect on this man – this bartender hadn’t walked away. She was giving the man her best. It was already quite hard as apparently, she had been stroking it.Master has a nice cock it is nearly 8' long and 5.5 inches around.Madam seems to think it is quite wonderful because it can stay hard forso long and cum over and over.She placed the plate with the toast on the bed and held his cock overit working it to a climax. As he shot his load she aimed it at mytoast. She took her finger and spread it around and then licked it. Shethen handed me the toast and they both watched fascinated as. The song drove her movements. She grasped me behind my neck and drove her feet into the base of the headboard, grasping the top of the board with her other hand. She was able to hover her pussy near my cock. She grabbed the base of my cock and positioned it against my belly. With her hand back to my neck, Julia slid the wetness of her pussy up and along my erection. It was hot and smooth and it numbed me so damn nicely.“How’s it feel?” she asked, slowly sliding herself up and down.I laughed.. Looking back, I could see the two women now had several men in attendance. Somehow, I found myself roped into a heated political discussion, the kind that usually ends with some variation of "I guess they're *all* crooks!" I didn't get to hear the end of this one, though -- just as it started to reach the loud stage, Shelly reappeared and pulled me out onto the dance floor. Though she was enjoying herself, she wasn't dancing with her usual careful restraint. I took in her flushed expression.