“Um, sorry,” I said, realizing it was not the classiest thing I’d ever done. “No, no, I … I’ll probably never get it cleaned. Souvenir...” We found our way to the bed, a little small talk interspersed with kisses and caresses. Bare limbs intertwined in the heat of the afternoon, a lazy hour passed catching up and reacquainting ourselves physically. He was fairly hard the whole time, I was happy just brushing my hand or thigh against his cock every now and then, keeping him interested,. “Mrs. Ford next door said you can take a quick shower over there.”“Okay,” I said. I asked Becca, “Do you want to go first, or me?” “I’ll go,” she said. She climbed out of bed, and I caught a decent glimpse of her crotch as she spread her legs to stand up. I had seen her in her panties before, but this time was different. Even as she was collecting her clothes, I couldn’t stop staring at her. Her body was beautiful, and her legs were fantastic. But her crotch was hidden by a delicate piece of. My cock is a solid, (actual) 7" and I have large, heavy balls. If you saw me naked, you would think my cock belonged on another, larger body. I also am a very heavy cummer. One of my few trysts, a hand job in the back of a car, ended with my poor date dripping in cum. She was impressed, and a bit pissed off.This morning I was in mother's bedroom. I was wearing black, lace-top stockings secured to a black satin garter belt, and a silky black baby doll top. My big cock was straining against a. Her natural lube was now oiling decades of wear, and soaking into the fibres where the varnish had worn away."What do you propose I make you do about that, you naughty girl?"She looked at him ashamedly."I'll clean it off, sir." Damned right you will, Miss Rogers. What did I tell you earlier about how to do it?" Sir? Lick it? Really, sir? You won't make me, will you? Please, sir, you won't!" Oh, won't I? You should have thought about that before you smeared your naughty juices everywhere. Now,.