She did have a very cute bum and it was an instant turn on to think of his cock inside it. I remembered seeing him changing once and being a little je...lous of what he had between his legs. Even soft I could tell he had an impressive erection and had found myself thinking about it when I was wanking.I suggested to Nick that we watch some porn to cheer him up. We often did this in a group, laughing but not daring to openly wank or say we were excited. He agreed and put on a VHS. I couldn't see. For someone who had been through so much she seemed to be handling it so well. I didn't see her as damaged goods but a survivor, and as the night drew close to an end I realized she didn't just survive, she was thriving. I asked her to go out again and she agreed, I leaned into her and our lips met. At first it was just a measurement touch making our lips meet, and the touch lapsed for a second and then our lips met with more pressure.Kissing her for the first time wasn't something I planned,. ." I reply in a coy tone of voice while I wrap my hand around his shaft. He chuckles quietly and pushes his boxers down from his hips. I smile at the sight and my pussy clenches. There is his cock. It isn't at its full glory, but I know I can change that. I take it gently in my hands. It feels so warm and as I begin to stroke it I can feel it getting firmer in my hand.If I am forced to think about it dispassionately, I'd have to admit that Daddy's cock isn't an unusual size, certainly compared. Rikard’s words hat cut deeply into her psyche. During the night when her tears had passed she reappraised Peter and realized that he was treating her as well as he possibly could. She could never be his queen but as a concubine she had certain rights and privileges. She did not like the idea that she might be shared with other men but as long as she was returned to Peter she supposed that she could tolerateeven that. In a way that the church pronouncement had not, Rikard’s words had caused her.