Steve returned, whistling, carrying two small plates and what looked like a small soufflé with some crackers."Blue cheese cake," he said.He urged me ...n so I sliced a small bite. It was warm and gooey--the consistency of warm brie. The taste was perfect--strong enough but not sharp. As I savored it, I could only wonder what other hidden talents Steve had besides cooking. We made small talk about our week as we slowly consumed his feast."You like?" he asked, as I finished the last bite."Oh, I. After a few minutes, I could tell that he was becoming too excited. I, too, was very aroused: I could feel myself becoming extremely wet and ready for him. I wanted him inside me, I wanted every inch of him. I stopped what I was doing and stood up. He was lying back in the chair with his eyes wide with desire for me. I straddled his lap and began kissing his mouth again. His fingers began to work deftly on the small buttons of my nightgown. I helped him take it off and threw it to the floor.. It is quite different than any other cock you have ever laid eyes on; unique and exotic looking. As he strokes it in front of your face, you can’t take your eyes off of it. It is visibly growing as you look at it, reaching lengths you never imagined a cock could grow to. As he pumps it, his cock swells in thickness as well. When it reaches around 10” in length, your hand, in a nearly involuntary manner reaches up and takes a hold of it. You are shocked at your impulsive reaction. It continues. My face buried between her thighs, Becky's fingers tangled in my hair as I licked her shaved slit. Becky and I gently entwined, bodies flushed and glistening in the aftermath of lovemaking. These visions battered my consciousness, taunted me, made me want things I shouldn't. My craving only intensified when I felt Becky's hands move down my slippery body to cup my buttocks. The suit I wore didn't cover m uch of me, so there was plenty for her to touch -- and touch she did. I felt warm, thick.