“Tsk, you’re such a man,” I clucked. “Here I am, thanking you for helping me through a traumatic event and all you can think about is how much...you want my juicy ass.”He moaned softly and started sliding his hands under the band of my shorts. I broke the hug and pushed him away. I locked eyes with him as I licked the lollipop. Then I raised my arms and stretched as high as I could, my half shirt exposing the bottom of my breasts and just a hint of nipple. I turned around and flopped on my bed on. It made her remember that she hadn't been much older than thirteen when she married him. Mrs. Vastos watched happily as her seventy-five year old husband pumped his cock, his schlong, between the clinging lips of a thirteen-year old schoolgirl in broad daylight, almost in the middle of their family restaurant. She was even happier when she saw her husband close his eyes and begin to shake and clutch at Susie's bobbing head. She watched in fascination the way the young girl's throat muscles. This seemingly uninteresting and purportedly undesirable, but quite often not wholly unattractive option represented an obviously overlooked and obstensibly inconceivable alternative to unending masturbation which simply attempted to simulate sexual stimulation and release of tension combined with the heightened sensitivity of the concentration of nerve endings in both the male and female genitalia respectively. For those men that for lack of a better word were lucky for instance or fortunate. It was at the Foxes' Den that Michelle saw her first black cock.The male dancer was as black as the Ace of Spades, a giant of a man with the physic of a weight lifter. As he removed his loincloth Michelle beheld her first length of prime blacksnake!His cock must have been at least ten inches long, and he was only semi-erect! Michelle had never suspected such monsters existed outside of folklore after having to have contented herself with her husband's meager four and a half inches all these.