I kissed the tip and felt the wet, sticky texture of his pre cum on my lips. I licked the clear fluid of him and savored my first taste of another man... I licked all around the head of his cock, feeling every ridge, inch and vein. When my lips slid up and over his thick, engored head and part way down his shaft, I marveled at the wonderful, full felling in my mouth. The sweet taste of his pre cum and his manly scent which now had invaded my senses. With my hands on his hips, I slowly moved my. Completely undeserving of any sort of pleasure’ her voice came from just behind his left ear. Her tongue licked his neck, and then she kissed him….running her lips down across the arch of his shoulders. Her fingers spread over his back, massaging his thick muscles together, scrunching them against her smooth cool skin. His eyes looked upwards and counted the cracks on the ceiling. Forty-seven so far. It couldn’t have been wear and tear, it must’ve been a design choice–some kind of new-age. .." She weighed it in her hand and examined it from all sides, absolutely fascinated with the sheer size of it. She had two hands on it, with several inches left and it was still growing and her fingers did not even reach around it because of his thickness. She continued stroking his big shaft. Tom's cock was getting even bigger. I was helpless; I couldn't force her to stop, yet I couldn't leave the room. She started jerking him off faster and by now it had reached an enormous size, especially. With indelible recollection, I did not succumb to the imminent possibility of a REAL Hippo being resident where I was fishing so I continued unremittingly in my endeavours to seek the ‘lunker bass’. I was just above knee deep in the water when I heard the distant snorting of a Hippo getting closer and closer. I didn’t really think it would come to me because it couldn’t hear me and I wasn’t too sure if it could see me because of the trees in the water from the raising of the dam wall…..yeah.