" The secret to good pancakes is the right consistency of batter poured at the exact moment the grill is at the right temperature. I poured, put down ...he batter, and wrapped her in my arms. "Sorry you had to wait. What if I kiss you twice to make up for it?"After three seconds the information processed and she smiled. "What about three times?" Okay. I can't think of a better way to occupy the time while the pancakes cook than kissing you good morning."She was waking up. That information. " she said.They started laughing again. I took this opportunity to head up to my room, internet or no. I had some stuff to think about.=="Needle dick." I murmured to myself.That was interesting.See, I was a lot of things. I was nerdy, shy, weak willed, socially awkward, and incredibly average in both grades and appearance, but one thing I'd never been was a "needle dick".Truthfully, I'm hung like a horse.The last time I'd measured my cock (because, be honest, who hasn't?) it was just over 10. The terrible white dust having a devastating effect on Renak’s people, many were blinded by it, many paralysed but most had been killed, dying a horribly prolonged and painful death. Since the dust storms most edible life forms in the forest had been destroyed and the only food left to Renak and his remaining people was a liquid which flowed just below the surface of the white, spongy ground, this Renak obtained by pushing a long protuberance which projected from the middle of his face into the. My legs were giving out so; this time I insisted that we head for the bed. By the time he was nude and, I was down to lingerie basics, he was hard as hell again! We worked that one off in the missionary position.By then his poor cock was aching. We cuddled for a short time, got right back into some nice foreplay then…his cock rose to the occasion yet again.We relaxed, after that one, Jack was wearing out. I did slip into a light robe but, as we kissed good-night, his cock came to attention all.