Suddenly she spoke.“Let me see it.” She pulled up his nightshirt and drew back from his mouth. “Oh. My mother told me that it got hard and stuck...up. I should have realized that this was a process.” She watched as he hardened. “It looks lovely.” Which was not a description he would have used. “Does that mean that you want to do it again?” He kissed her deeply, exploring her mouth and returning to her tongue again and again. Then he knelt back between her legs.Anne’s excitement, which had waned. Fred looked like an executive type. Black hair with a streak of grey over the ears. Good shape but certainly not muscular. Medium everything else except his dick. Let’s just say his dick was larger than normal. What was weird was Fred was not always with the same woman. And the women I did see him with were similar to him; corporate types, usually not tan, not fat but not really over the top either. Sort of your MILF types. I didn’t think Fred was gay or even bi until one day I was sitting. Nicholas soon would be there;We were nestled all snug in our beds,While visions of sugar-plums danced in our heads;And me in my nighty and him in his cap,Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snowGave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,When, what to my wondering. "From now on, when you hear the word Cunt, I want you to think of taking masters cock, of taking his love." Devon said as his probing fingers entered her pussy, feeling how wet she was now.Jeannette waited and heard Master's zipper. He was going to give her his cock, she was suddenly hungry somewhere else. Her cunt was hungry for cock. It wanted, no needed his cock. It felt so empty and alone right now. Master entered her, and she felt pleasure radiating outwards from her cunt. Her clit ring.