Lekin in sab me me yeh bhul gaya tha ki woh ek baar zhad gayi hai aur main nahi… Balki me charam seema par hu…Kyun na iske muh me nikaal du…Wais... bhiisne mere muh me hi nikaala hai ….Me bhi ab uske baal pakad kar jor jor se andar bahar karne laga ….Mene phir se lund bahar nikaal kar uske muh par maara aur usse lund se dur kheecha woh lund muh me lene ke liye taras rahi thi tabhi mene usse phir se gaal par ek halke se thappad maara ….Aur phir lund de diya….Me soch raha tha me aisa kisi ko maar. I'm 5'7" 170lbs and I'm blessed with a thick eight inch cock with a head that is slightly bigger than a plum.We had spent the better part of a month messing around; she’d blow me or I’d finger her during our lunch breaks. When we weren’t messing around, we were talking about our fantasies, our likes and dislikes during sex. It was during these discussions that I learned that she has a small **** fantasy, loves brunettes with big tits; she likes anal, facials and would love to be double. "Um…what if I'm not ready to tell you by then?" Even he knew that sounded lame and he cursed himself. Karen laughed. "Grow some balls, David." As she turned away she added with a wry smirk, "And by the way, they don't call him 'Mr. Big' for nothing." She went through the door and as it closed behind her called back, "He'll be going to Toronto with me." She added something to that but the door had shut and it was muffled. David didn't catch it but had enough dignity not to open the door to ask. She was only a few inches shorter than me. I looked down. She was running her small hands all over my hard chest. I could feel her cold wedding ring on my right nipple. She smiled. “I love tall men. Your so cute, with all these big muscles. Doug is so small.” She whispered. I then felt her left middle finger on the front of my package. She was slowly tracing my now hard cock running down the inside of my thigh. Her sexy green eyes were staring at her finger on the thin cotton materiel.