No way, I thought to myself. That can't be right. The next day after school I went to prove myself right."Mother fucker," I whispered. I removed the i...dividual pieces from the box and laid them out on the floor. It was not the same model the brunette had used, but a close family member, I thought. Maybe by the same company, though I found no identifiable markings. I knelt there on one knee with my mouth open, dumbfounded.I had slit the same tape I sealed the box with two years ago; I was sure. In a flash i hand his monster in my hand and started to lick it.it was massive and seemed to swell the more i worked on it.dave was grunting and when i got it in my mouth he started to grind in and out of my wide open mouth.as i was sucking he said do you like to be fucked,i looked up and said yes but your cock scares me,it would hurt.he grinned and said i promise you will love it.i was so horny i said yes please.with this he jumped off the bed and went to the dressing table and went in one of. I purposely was sitting further back than I needed to spread her legs more and press my leather belt against her pussy and clit. Each time I leaned back to talk with her I pressed harder into her tits. I told her to reach around me and hold on tight. She did. I was getting a hard on. I let my left arm rest on her leg, she was wearing shorts. I reached down grabbing her ankle and moved her leg away from the pipe telling her to be careful. She was nervous, I could tell as she leaned up into me. .seductively... and I was staring at pink through her skirt. The shadow that fell over her full, slightly hairy lips made them more alluring. My hand moved of its own accord and I found my fingertips brushing against her coochie. Her thighs were completely wet and when my finger slipped in, she was extremely tight. Her eyes were glazed over with pleasure, her teeth biting her lips to suppress the moans of ecstasy as I probed her, sometimes my finger as stiff as a rock, other times pliable. As.