I was riding him, and loving it, as I could feel the orgasm I needed so badly start to come. I dont know why but all of a sudden I came to my senses. ...hit, Im saving him for Ash, what the hell am I doing? I thought. He tried to grab me as I got off of him, I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, but the little voice in my head told me to stop. I climbed back on the couch with him, and still with a lust-filled mind, began licking my juices from his cock. God I love the taste of pussy, and I. His nickname, ‘Travis Trunk,’ came from a favourite party trick that he was renowned for. Even I got to see this trick one Sunday evening.The pub down the road always grew fairly quiet on Sunday afternoons after the lunch-time traffic had dispersed from the village. The owner of the pub was a delightful woman named Naomi. I would often saunter over at around five-thirty and have a drink or two with her, prior to her closing up at around seven.Late one Sunday afternoon, as I arrived at Naomi’s. He dropped his towel, bringing blue jockey shorts, with an expectant bulge in the front, to her eye level. She reached up, and with two hands, pulled the briefs down until his augmented cock wagged into the air in front of her face. ‘It’s large.’ She said, allowing it to lie in her upturned palms. He turned, grinning to his companions. He’d paid many months of salary to have it elongated and thickened, along with the bio-mechanics necessary to engorge its increased volume with blood. She. I was looking her up and down, rubbing and grabbing my crotch as I snapped pictures. My mouth was drooling cause I knew later on that night, I would be underneath that dress with my dick all in her mouth pussy and ass hopefully. Sharon smiled and said, Let me turn over. Now how you like this?With that big smile on her face, my dick got hard and she could see it. I said, Auntie Sharon I've really missed you. Are you really staying the entire summer? Yes I am! We are going to have lots of fun.