Slowly, deliberately I changed my movements so that my fingers were more at the front than the back. Now I was more rubbing up and down rather than si...e to side. I was sure that any second Julie would sit up and tell me to stop and yet to my surprise she didn’t. Instead she slid down into the chair, her head now resting on the back of the chair.Now I couldn’t reach her back or even her neck, just the tops and front of her shoulders. I carried on, very conscious of the fact that my fingers were. She said she liked my cock because she could fit the entire thing into her mouth at once which she did regularly for almost a year. We eventually parted ways but the breakup had nothing to do with my tiny cock. Well, maybe not. Her new boyfriend was a frat brother of mine who was known for the size of his tool. So maybe she liked seven inches better than four……Eventually I married and we had a couple of kids. My wife said that my cock was big enough for her; I had no reason to not believe her.. He pulled me close sliding his hand inside my panties and pulling them down rubbing my bald smooth little clitlit as my hand ran over his fat budge. Looking up at him fluttering my long false eyelashes “blow job mister” I asked and unzipped his pants.OMG his fat member jumped out like a fish out of water. My yes opened wide seeing for the first time an uncut dick. Thick fatty skin hanging down over a fat head that showed from under it. I took the shaft in my hand stocking it the head started to. History in the making." Maybe it was cliché, but Neil gave his line already. My line was an afterthought."History in the making," Maggie repeated. I stayed staring at the moon, but I felt her lips touch my cheek, and heard the soft peck.I finally leaned back in my seat and faced her. She was the most beautiful girl on the planet. Of all planets. There was nothing I could say to her to express this that didn't sound trite. She was wearing clothes from the fifties: poodle skirt, pink.