We were already at the edge, it was going to be a short one."Mmh, yes... yes I want it," she craved-, "Who doesn't want a big cock?" Maybe we should f...nd..." I started, but I felt that I got ahead of myself. So I did not finish that sentence, but it was too late."Haha," she faked a laugh, "Do you want to find a cock for me? Huh? 'Hey mister, do you have a fat and beautiful cock for my wife?' Fool!" She mocked me cruelly.I felt humiliated and wanted to apologize, but she kept going, "Do you. Got tossed while riding a bull at a rodeo a few years ago and it trampled him. He got away with a two-inch scrape on a rib. Through some chain of events that makes sense only to Ricky, he gives the credit to that mug and has called it his lucky mug ever since." Really? Oh, GOD! Now I can't leave the house for the rest of the summer!" I'll go talk to him. Everything will be okay."She looked at me with big, pleading eyes. "Uncle Randy, are you sure?"I gave her shoulders a reassuring squeeze.. If she hadn’t been such a bitch Candy would have been the wet dream of every guy in the school. Standing at five feet seven, she had wavy light chocolate hair down to her back and a pair of hazel brown eyes that could melt a heart. Her body was toned and muscular from dancing, and it was well known that she was a ballerina in her spare time. It was quite a feat, considering her bust was 36 C, maybe a little bigger. She was a knockout, a model in the making. Brittany and Jenna weren’t ugly. At the time, Amber lived in Alameda (if you get the bart into Berkley from Alameda, you've probably seen her on numerous occasions as part of the gaggle of our fellow pupils who use that train every day to get to and from School) and her house was pretty close to the shore. Shawn and I walked along the shore for about 15 minutes before we came to a suitably secluded spot. We sat down on a bench and started making out again, becoming ever more heated as time passed (which was just as well as it.