But I couldn’t really tell if he was already hard or not, it was just enormous either way.I started rubbing my little pussy against his bulk and not...ced then something like a serpent moving below his shorts. Oh god, he wasn’t really hard, it’s now just starting to get hard.I started wetting my panties again as I kept rubbing my crotch against his big black cock. He was still grabbing my hips as if he was leading me and telling me how to do it. He lifted up my shirt and watched how I moved, so. "Surely you don't think that yesterday morning was the first time I knew that you were following me." She smiled beautifully as her chubby cheeks turned slightly red. "I've known for a while that you were following me and I decided that if you weren't going to do something then it was time I did. I thought it was time I got to know the person behind that body that you've done so much work with the body that has changed so much in the last few months." You m-mean that you p-planned this. Phebe felt his hips meet her butt and pressed hard against her. She realized Zeke's big cock was entirely inside her! She almost came at that thought. Then he pulled out with another POP! and she felt her button contract. His cock head then started pushing again and then POP! he was in and slid all the way in. And he kept repeating it several times. Cum would dribble from Phebe's cock every time Zeke's cock head "popped" past across her prostate."Oh, Zeke... Oh... Yes!" Phebe pleaded to Zeke's. For years she wanted to see this man, to hear his voice, to claim a bear hug from him, among other things. He’d written erotic stories she loved, as well as sharing an exotic spirituality. A simple ‘hello’ wasn’t the way she wanted to speak to him the first time. Taking a sip from her drink, she continued: ‘Hello, Constantine. Glad you could make it.’ ‘Me, too. Call me Stan. Like some popcorn?’ She tensed a little bit. Stan liked to spring surprises, as he told her many times, and juvenile.