"Is it ... is it always like that?" She asked as Mike made his way back to Tiffany's side."Every time." Thank you Mike. That was great." You can thank...Tiffany, she taught me everything I know." You already had the theory down, I just helped you with the practical application." Tiffany giggled.I'd had enough spin the bottle. The ice was sufficiently broken and it was time to move things along. I released the appropriate commands. Kirsten, the bitchy little control freak, was about to have a. They were very attentive and asked many intelligent questions. Most showed a genuine interest and concern for the victims of RV. Dr. Stevens was enjoying the class. He had high hopes for them. In no time at all, class was over. He stayed for a while telling some stories of his more memorable and humorous cases. The students seemed to enjoy the stories and stayed until he finally told them all to go home a few hours later. He was going to go back to his office to finish some paper work but. I remember when I saw him in the summer. He maybe grew like half a inch. It’s not like he had a huge growth spur and ended up with a 10-inch cock. I’d actually hate it. Sometimes his cock made me ache. I never put a ruler to it and measured. I knew he felt insecure about it, but it ate me inside to figure out how much I was taking. I sometimes used my fist size to measure him up, but always ended up saying no to myself as I compared it to something. But when I saw him return he gained a lot of. I lowered my head and stuck my ass up in the air so that Hans could focus his tongue on my open twat. That tongue touched everywhere. It slavered along my cunt lips; pushed its way into my wet sloppy hole; and massaged my clit until an orgasm rocketed thru my body. My toes curled, the muscles in my flat tummy rippled and my head whipped from side to side. With a yell of satisfaction echoing throughout the house, I collapsed in a blissful heap on the kitchen floor.I lie there panting and cussing.