Last we both stripped off our underwear.I had never seen a black man’s penis before, so I was curious and I had to look. His penis wasn’t behemoth... but it was a little bit larger than my 7 inch rod. I guessed it was about an inch longer. We were both hard, although I think I was a little more excited as my penis really stuck straight up and looked like it was about to explode.Then Cathy said,”good boys.” She slowly pulled down her pants and then she said,”Now, I’m going to lay down the ground. Even though he dwarfed me in size and could easily pin me to a wall and fuck me silly whenever he pleased (which he often did), I always felt safe and in control whenever Kyle or any other teammate using my body. Making them feel good made me incredibly happy, and it didn't hurt that these strapping young men knew how to use their god-given gifts on a woman.Playfully, I clenched my pelvic muscles, tightening my walls around him, and I heard him chuckle softly and felt the vibrations through his. But later that night I asked him, "Do you remember when we were tryingto figure out what creatures made up the wild Gambichow's?" Yes," You were right about the Water Dragon," I said."What do you mean?" he was curious now."When Sheba called for help, one of the wild ones came from DemoniaThree." He was looking at me for more information, "Sheba's grandfather,Grumbles." You're crazy," scoffed Sophie. "There aren't any Male Gambichow's." Bonded Chows live as long as their bond mate. No one knows. " You started early, then?" Soon as I could. I always wanted to taste and smell another girl's quim. Your own is never enough. However much you diddle, what you get pasted on your fingers is never as rich as the taste of coochie on the tongue. First time was simpler than I thought. A girl's knickers come down more easily than I'd feared. And the mound in the cotton seam was only a hint of the beauty inside the tight panties. I'd read D. H. Lawrence's poem and I'd always liked figs. I didn't.