I stroked it, feeling how it was stiffening. "Oooh.... I don't know.... What do you want?". I said, biting my lower lip.He pushed his pants down and a...massive black cock flopped out. Still biting my lip and looking up at him, I dropped to my knees and sucked on the thick head.I could feel it growing in my mouth. It might be at least eleven inches long."That feels good, babe, why don't you stand up and turn that ass around?"I got up and turned around. I slipped my pants down over my round ass. She was still a bit tender, but itwas a small sacrifice to pay for her wonderful breasts. She had criedthe day of the surgery, thanking Paul over and over for his kindness.They had been dating for about a year and it was understood that theimplant surgery was an engagement gift, much like the brilliant ring heplaced on her finger the night before she went in.Stacy ran her hand down the side of her body, feeling the softness ofher skin. The hormones had smoothed her skin, added curves to her. Then I want to fuck her, nice and slow and deep, and cum deep inside. After cuming, I want to view the inside of her tunnel again, film it, probe it, see it all filled with my cum. Watch it swim around, watch it dribble out. Then I think I might feel satisfied. Whenever I get an urge, I can just fire up the film and jack off." Thanks, Bob. I'm sorry we have no women here for their perspective tonight. But stay strong, maybe someday you'll get your cure. Does anyone have suggestions for Bob?". I could feel her two big breast brush my legs.After a few minutes. I bent over to pick her up. She put her hands around my neck. She wrapped her legs around my waist. Her pussy was just above my cock. Her breast rubbed against my chest. I looked down to see her big nipples get red from my skin. She smiled. "Put me on the couch. Do you have protection?" she whispered in my ear. I smiled as I put her on the couch. I walked over to my black bag on my suite case. I pulled out the silver pack. She.