“No,” she whined. “Pickles. Pickles are smaller.”“Fuck that. I want you to feel it.” He started kissing her slowly.I was eyeing them and m...king a gag reflex.“Suck my tongue, bitch,” he whispered to her, and, to my dismay, she complied quickly. He was reaching between her legs under her dress, and she started lifting her sandaled feet into the air while mewling.I was sighing angrily and loudly.He whispered something to her. She gasped.“What if it gets stuck?” she whined in a nasal, babyish. Tech graduate, gymholic and fair complexion, and with average penis size 5 inches can able to satisfy any women ( I dont wanna lie as others).This incident happened when I am studying 2nd year in a well reputed college in kovai ( I used stay in hostel). I used to come to my home(Chennai) once in a month. It was a semester holidays there was a family function, though my aunt is well known to me from my childhood I didn’t have that much of conversation with her, now the entire scenario changed. .. or sometimes even while walking home if it was a warm day ... and I wouldn’t have a reason to put one on again until leaving the next morning. My mom was happy that I had that confidence, and that I made less laundry! I’d run around the neighborhood, hang out with friends, skateboard, ride my bike, play soccer or basketball at the school sports court in the evenings ... and unless it was cold out, you’d find me with no shirt on probably 80% of the time. And summer vacation? I definitely had. Jack knew he wasn’t Brad Pitt, but he wasn’t horrid looking either. He was tall and lanky, had brown eyes and a full head of brown hair (thank God). He was nearing 50 but most people assumed he had just turned 40 (again thanks to the full head of hair!). He’d had 8 lovers in his life. Two of them were his ex-wife and Collette. He hadn’t slept with anyone except Collette since he’d married her 13 years ago. He had never even considered the possibility of cheating on her as he had done to his.