At which point he stripped off and laid back on the towels. He was pretty hairy and his cock was long and thick with huge testicles.He told us all str...p and told each of my friends to kneel beside him, showed them how to hold his cock and wank him off.He turned out to be a 'spunk' machine and shot his load on his belly with each of my friends; telling each where their clothes were.They both ran for their clothes and shot off.I have no idea why he left me to last, but I was totally fascinated by. Like, through about the sixth grade while it felt good to touch myselfdown there, I didn't have a lot to touch - it was maybe only a little morethan an inch or so in length. But by the beginning of the seventh grade itwas at least two inches in length and maybe even a little more and I couldwrap my hand around it. Now I'd been occasionally waking up in the morningand finding my pajama bottoms wet and sometimes I could even remember apart of a dream and how things felt really good - or something. Sitting at the desk was I guess Roger Pilkington. He got up immediatelyand walked the twenty yards or so around the desk and extended his handin welcome."Hi, Toni, I'm Roger. Whatever Pippa said about me, ignore, I'm a verynice person, really."He was tall. About six foot one; broad shoulders, blond hair, a strongnose, gleaming smile and a clear complexion. He obviously worked out asI could almost see his rippling muscles under the pure white shirt. Hewas about thirty I would say but he could. He was called Komo and stood nearly 6 ft 4 his wife Ula was a stunning black woman. Komo was not only tall but extremely muscular his shoulders looked twice the size of Roger’s.The other guests arrived and the meal went smoothly. Kelly was nervous and drank too much. The men went outside to talk business and for a smoke leaving the women chatting.Somehow the conversation got round to the subject of sex. Kelly found herself blushing as the women discussed sex in the most graphic style. She had.