Long and meaty, but not so fat that I wouldn’t be able to fit it in my mouth. I remembered watching a porn film once, where the guy was so huge that...the girl could barely get the tip in her mouth without dislocating her jaw. I wanted to suck the whole thing.

“Not here,” he’d gasp.

“Well, where?” I’d reply, as I licked his shaft from balls to bell end, then ran my tongue around the crest.

“We’re almost at my floor.”

“I’m almost at the top,” I’d say, and I’d give his helmet a long, deep kiss.. Then, quite suddenly, life got more interesting.It started when, one mile into her regular after-work run, she was joined by another runner, another woman, who settled in to match Melody’s pace as if that’s the pace she ran all the time.It didn’t startle her. This kind of thing happened, occasionally. Runners all belonged to a “family” of sorts, sharing at least one passion, that of punishing (and some would say damaging) one’s body in the pursuit of “health”.What startled her was when Melody. She was lying on her side and suddenly felt Thomas shifting across the bed until he was up against her back. He hugged her for the longest time and it was the most wonderful feeling. Betsy liked to cuddle after intercourse and in no time her eyes got heavy and closed.She could still remember what happened next. The memory was still like it happened yesterday and Betsy was determined to take her time with this section of her life story. Her mind drifted back to 1991 and she relived one of the. I chose a short dress, one that fall just under my arse. I felt myself getting wet just by knowing what would happen on the night that lay ahead. He sent me a message, making sure I would come on the night. “Yeah, I’ll be there”, I confirmed, double checking my hair in the mirror. I still had a few things to before I would be ready to go out, a few small things. The hours went by slowly as I ironed my clothes, carefully making sure I got all the creases. My.