He was drinking a beer and watching the fire when I walked over to him,he smiled and asked why I was still up. I said the noises made me nervous and c...uldn't sleep. He motioned for me to sit on his lap, so I came over and hopped up the his lap,he put an arm around me and we watched the flames together. After a while I was getting hot, Mr. King said if I was to hot take off my pajamas.I asked what if someone sees, he laughed and said nobody is out here so go ahead and strip down. I stood up and. ” “Because,” explained Mark, “look at the size of that guys dick. It’s like a foot long. Sluts will do anything to get fucked by a big dick.” Mandy said, “No way. Penis size isn’t that important.” “I don’t know about that,” Kate teased, “the only reason I started going out with Dan is cause he’s hung like a horse. There’s nothing better than being stuffed with a big cock.” Somehow the conversation was steered towards the importance of cock size. Everyone except for Mandy seemed to come to the. He was an immense human being. I guessed him to stand six-foot-six, weighing in at close to two hundred seventy five pounds. He was neither handsome nor ugly, only huge. His most striking features were his huge shaved head and his 'paws'. Each hand was the size of my head."If you are tired, you can crawl up into the sleeper for a spell. If you are hunger the 'fridge' is full of sandwich fixin's. Course there is always TV to pass the time away."I was tired so I chose to crawl into the sleeper. ‘Damn!’ said Jack. ‘Right, my question. In which year was the storming of the Bastille?’‘Well that was the start of the French Revolution,’ replied Meg. ‘So, I’d have to say 1789.’ There was silence and Meg didn’t need to be told she’d got the answer right and won the round. Meg felt a thrill pass through her body. For the first time since she’d met him, she had it in her power to turn the tables and take control.‘When I came up with this idea, I really didn’t expect to lose a round,’ said Jack.