" "Her normal, same-size-as-its-compatriot, hand?" "Yes." "Never massaged your furred family jewels or encircled your thick base as your forest of pub...c hair caresses her pure, alabaster skin." "No." Or corkscrewed up and down your length revelling in your meaty thickness, eyes fixed on your pulsing slit as it oozes viscous precum across the smoothness of your blood-swollen gland." "God, no." "See how advantageous having a larger right hand is, George. Wouldn't you agree?" "Yes, Mary.. "Ya know, my mom always said if theyreach across and unlock the door for you, they're a keeper. Although I amnot sure what she'd think now." Throwing another wink my way, I blushedagain.While nothing fancy, the lunch at a little hole-in-the-wall mom and poptype place was delicious. The scene from the school lot played itself outagain. For the keen observer it would have look like a date the way hedoted over me. After climbing into the truck himself I felt one of hislumberjack hands clap down on. ’ And then she giggled: ‘Girl,’ she said softly to herself, ‘You were already obedient to that voice telling you to take your robe off, and isn’t this delicious?’ The very word ‘obedience’ sent her back to those college days, before she left the two year college for the university. They were her ‘reputation days’, as she always called them. It was only in her later teen aged years, having lived in very strict surroundings, with a dominant Father and an insistent Mother, that she broke out in. The bedroom door closed and I emerged from the quilt. No, she wasn't still there. We had a little laugh about it. She started to rub and massage my cock as we were chatting and pretty soon It was rock hard again. She was facing away from me and my cock ws poking through her legs. She lifted her leg and gently pushed in my cock. While I was spooning her I was fingering her pussy and playing with her ass, spreading her juices around her asshole. I had to go for it. I pulled out my cock and placed.