" Well, I wouldn't make a wish to Santa for tits that big if I were you." But, why not?" Because you'd probably fall over a lot. I mean, you'd be off ...alance all the time. You're small, compared to Christine."Cindy laughed as I tickled under her arms, where I knew she was the most sensitive, and since she was already sitting in my lap, it didn't take too long at all before we started to kiss.Her best red dress covered my waist completely, and both my hands had already made their way under the. Even though she wasn't getting any direct satisfaction from this, Steph was quite happy to finally be doing something productive, shall we say. The girl can suck a mean slit, and was gleefully bringing me close to the edge. Every time I got there, I'd just lift myself up a bit, and use my fingers to rub myself, or open my lips, or slip one in; anything to make it last longer and torture my girl.It was while we were doing this that I heard the patio door open. I saw Steph's eyes widen in. It was soft. I jacked him off until I thought it was appropriate to put my mouth on it. While I was getting him hard I was so happy I was touching a cock. It felt so nice. It felt so right. Once he was 7" long, I put my mouth on his uncut tip while I had my hand on his shaft. Then, I bobbed my head back and forth hands-free. He put his hand on top of my head while I did it. Gradually, I would have his cock enter my mouth more and more until it reached my gagging point. I choked. When I choked,. Bartholomew had laid out everything on a solid, definitely antique wooden table with experienced precision and unusual alacrity and grace, not to be expected from someone looking so ungainly. Not only that, but it appeared he'd actually cooked everything himself. My initial reaction upon learning of that fact would have been to search my plate for signs of hair, fallen teeth, or worse. Once I took a bite, I found the idea childish since it all tasted, and looked, perfectly fine.I felt full and.