"How long is it?" Just a fraction over seven inches," Phil said. "Al's is just a little under seven inches. I'm not bragging about fractions! Just sta...ing a fact Betty discovered when she measured our cocks."Stacy put her hand out and touched the thrusting organ. It was hard, warm, and smooth. It seemed she could feel it throbbing. She made a fist of her fingers and stroked up and down on the hard flesh and muscle. She saw Betty stop sucking Al's cock. They were both looking at her. She glanced. He had been there, contemplating, for two hours or, ignoring the chill and watching the day unfold. How he hated this Sunday each year, hated the march of veterans, but was drawn in some morbid fascination annually. Each year, he observed the file of crippled soldiers, long since passed their usefulness to a society, doing it's best to forget for the other three hundred and sixty four days, except in the glorified films of heroic deeds with John Wayne, or another popular actor, leading a squad. I am glad you didn't, I am glad you spokefreely, and I hope you know you can speak freely to me." Alright then!" Paige laughed. "I wanted to say that your father's sorich, paying for the best schools for his children would be the least hecan do, right?" Of course," Amelie said. "But he also wants a 'favour' from us. Hewants us to work for his company for a year to 'earn' our education,just as he worked for his father when he was my age." Okay," Paige mused. "Doesn't sound TOO unreasonable...". He bounced on it for a while and although I could feel I was getting there. It was too noisy and it would have taken too long.I stood him up and pushed him over to the mirror. Bent him over and blasted into him.I stood behind him in all my feminine beauty, just as I loved. My high heels, skinny legs and flowing soft dress. My pert breasts playfully resisting being curtained by my dress. Popping out when I give little mercy. My hair swished to one side to keep it out of my face as I stare down.