. Okay, I guess to start this story out, I first have to make a confession. It’s hard to do as confessions tend to be, but it’s the truth. ...Here goes - I have a very small cock. How small you may ask? Well, before we get to actual measurements, I’m guessing many of you have heard of the Irish Curse… There are a couple of different definitions of the Irish Curse. The first has to do with a man being physically unable to perform after having too much to drink, thus the . ”So tell me more about this club, what happens there? I’ve heard about these clubs, but I’ve never been to one, sounds like it could be really horny”.Carl beamed a huge cheesy grin, “Come as our guest and bring Claire, just tell her it’s a risqué night club, I’m sure she won’t be disappointed, in our experience once people see what some of the things that are going on they’re so turned on at being in their own private porn show, they just get carried away and join in. Unless she’s a total prude. He had all the control. He slid in slightly, teasingly, threatening her not to move. He tells her he sees that look on her face, the one that seems so desperate for something, he asks what it is she wants. All she can do is whimper with him slightly in her mouth. He teases her again saying you have tasted some of me. That should be enough. Her response is immediate. Before thinking she leans forward and takes all of him in her mouth. He moans loving the feeling, but pulls out because she. Then I sat up straight and looked down at my man, into his wondrous expressive brown eyes that were telling me he loved me. I turned and moved off his face and started to suck his cock as I love to do. I wanted to demonstrate again my love for him. But he would not have just that. He quietly told me to move on top of him so he could lick my pussy as I sucked him. I acquiesced, knowing I would not be able to give him my best with his tongue working on me. But he had to know this as well. And.