How could I just stroll downstairs as though nothing had happened? I presumed that Reg would be around, I heard them talking while I was getting dress...d. Could he have guessed what we had done? The answer was soon forthcoming. Reg was still at the breakfast table, enjoying a cup of tea. When I appeared, he put aside his News of the World and said, “Good morning, young man. What do you think? Best blow job you’ve ever had?” How was I supposed to answer that? If I said no it wasn’t, that would be. Seeing her previous form laid out on a gurney drove home the reality of her nature. The chest cavity had been opened and resealed, no doubt to facilitate the removal of her Datacore. Her facial features were badly disfigured by the passage of the bullet through her brain."Hey, Hey," Howard exclaimed as he rushed to her side and slipped a supporting arm around her waist to steady her. "This isn't going to help you in any way."He took the sheet from her trembling hands and covered up the body. Still, I think there was at least a little sincerity when her eyes widened, and she gasped audibly upon finally seeing my cock. Sure, there were bigger guys out there than my 8-inches, but I had always done alright with the ladies, and I also knew I was quite a bit thicker than most. She looked at it in wonder and a small amount of fear, enough to make me guess that, as lucky as he may be, Ryan was at least not as well endowed. "Oh my god," she cooed. "You're huge. I don't even know if I can. She liked me pressing her mound and as I ran my finger over her slit. Then it became regular. When she would squeeze my penis as she left, I would gently squeeze her mounds on her chest and the one between her legs and feel her slit.One day after she declared let’s play as she was fondling my scrotum, my penis started hardening and in no time it was hard and erect. She immediately grabbed it and giggled and tried to measure it with her hand. I tried to pull her hands out but she pushed my hands.