In any case, blokes are all different sizes. It's not the size that matters but what you do with it." How big are you," he asked quietly.I thought abo...t this for a minute, the stirrings in my own trunks getting decidedly uncomfortable. I hadn't measured myself since I was about 15 so I couldn't tell him in inches. He could see the ever rising outline of my cock so I guess he had a good idea."Do you want to see it?" It seemed like the only answer to give him."Can I?"I hooked my thumbs into the. Taking a deep breath I pushed down the quilt and felt his soft cock. Wow, Id done it. Don't stop now. He came round, drunk and bewildered. I begged him to keep quiet and took his hardening cock into my mouth where it got harder and harder but, unfortunatly not much bigger.Now I had something of a dialema. At some point he was going to cum. What was I going to do with it?At this point Eamon pulled me up and tried to kiss me again but I refused and go up to visit the bathroom. I was on autopilot. They give the impression that they would rather not be in it. That may or may not be a façade to please their stuffed shirt husbands. Personally I think it is. They seem to be making the best of it, though. They enjoy themselves from time to time. They've been in EPOD for a while and their newness has worn off. They aren't bothered every day like you probably are."Grace Davis is another story. She's a cold, manipulating bitch. Take my advice, never turn your back on her. She acts so sweet to. What he got was a very soft but firm kiss against the throbbing vein of his neck. ‘Wow!’ was the only words that seemed to be appropriate in response from him. She turned and looked at him. Her face inches from his. ‘Yes, wow!’ she echoed. She kissed him… or perhaps he had kissed her. It didn’t seem to matter. The kiss was different than so many they had shared. So often their kisses were more of an act of consuming one another but these didn’t even allow their tongues to break the contact of.