Her body was obviously curvaceous, even in the thin green thigh length robe. The lime green material was see-through enough even at this distance to m...ke out the twin dark circles against her lighter breast skin as she stood with her arms crossed under what had to be D or larger breasts, occasionally lifting a cup of coffee to her lips. Her legs were long and sculpted, clearly muscular, but not overly so. Her blonde hair hung down over one shoulder and part way down her left breast as she stood. My rescuer attempted to encircle me with her small hand but could not, yet did grasp it enough to point me towards the ceiling. Unfortunately that was when I again blacked out.I awoke a few more more times, but I only remember being sick, her body holding me still as I puked my guts over the side of the straw bed. I lived a dizzy black existence for an undetermined amount of time.The hardness of my penis again awoke me. A strange sensation, one every male learns to enjoy at a early age. There. The offending appendage seemed to act normally. It was standing to greet him every morning and responded in a perfectly behaved manner to his own ministrations. It only acted up – or rather down – when Ben was with a woman. He couldn’t understand it. It had never happened before. Sarah came next. Or, more accurately, she didn’t. That ‘amour’ lasted one frustrating night. Ben was able to convince himself that he had been distracted by the fact that her tits were noticeably different sizes and. Her pussy lips were split widely, taking all of his big cock. They were stretched about as tightly as they could stretch without tearing the soft, tender cunt flesh. They squeezed his prick in a hot, tight, slippery vise grip that was nothing short of fantastic. Able to remain motionless no longer, John carefully slid his prick back a few inches. The girls cunt pulled his prick, milking it with its soft wetness. Then, firmly, he pumped his cock deep. He groaned as the slippery sleeve of his.