When I began it, had scarcely read a bawdy book, none of which, excepting Fanny Hill, appeared to me to be truthful: that did, and it does so still; t...e others telling of recherche eroticisms or of inordinate copulative powers, of the strange twists, tricks, and fancies of matured voluptuousness and philosophical lewdness, seemed to my comparative ignorance as bawdy imaginings or lying inventions, not worthy of belief; although I now know, by experience, that they may be true enough, however. I overheard two guys talking at the wedding reception; one said to the other:"Damn! Bill is one lucky sucker. I'd give anything just to be able to fuck Carol once."The other guy had replied, "I would to, but I'd settle for just being able to watch her if I couldn't fuck her."It hit me, as I heard him say that, that I would like to watch her too, and from that day forward the thought of Carol with another man's cock in her was never very far from my mind. Did I ever tell her? No, Carol wasn't. As his big meaty prick rapidly expanded, the cockhead was nudging against the back of her throat, the thickness of his cockshaft swelling until her mouth was filled with bloated cockmeat."Jesus, honey," her father whispered, slowly coming out of his deep sleep. "That feels so fucking good."Anxious for him to fuck her, the little hot cunted blonde began licking and sucking more heatedly on his rapidly swelling prick. With his straining boner lodged deep in her throat, the youngster sucked harder. “No,” Carl said, stopping the big man from undressing. “Let me. I’ve dreamed about this for such a long time.” Not saying a word, Mack stepped back and held his arms straight up in a “I give” pose. Not quite as adept as his friend, Carl struggled a bit taking the tee shirt off the man’s girth, but when he did, he was more surprised and happy than he imagined. All he could do was stare at the big chest, covered in thick dark hair. “Amazing,” he said, running his fingers through it briefly..