Then the big head on top my shoulders stopped working, and the little head between my legs took over. After thinking about it for a second, I told mys...lf opportunities like this do not come around every day.Then the wheels started turning. Playing with her at a blackjack table was one thing. Even having breakfast would be innocent enough, but being seen by someone I knew, going up in an elevator with her, would be a different story all together.“Francine, why don’t you give me your room number.. She had been reaching orgasm for days with his cock, and while plenty of precum dripped from it, and it was always well lubricated, she could never quite make the God cum. So it became an obsession with her, and she labored every weekend with his cock. She put in her hours at the CVS where she worked, but stayed only barely able to hold her attention together when working. The painting, and Priapus, filled her mind and called forth unbidden all manner of fantasies inside her. She wondered. His new friend seemed to be going somewhere specific as he followed slowly. By the sound of things someone was near shooting a mighty load as the loud grunts echoed above the music. They stopped to listen and Chris’ cock bulged and twitched with a life of its own. Damn, this was turning him on. The wet sounds of flesh pounding flesh gathered pace and he heard whimpering as some ass took a good beating down. Both men seemed to grunt and come at the same time as people stood around listening and. . like your dress," I found I had said, before I realized how clumsy it sounded. I seemed unable to control how much I needed to be close to her, to talk to her, yet couldn't actually trust myself to do it properly. "Oops... sorry... I shouldn't be so forward." She just laughed. "Thats OK, please be forward... I just wish my husband would say the same!" Now it was Claire's turn to blush. "He barely looks at me nowadays." "And that's because of... the bump?" I said, again looking at her large.