What amazed her was how big it was. If what she saw was only the head and the first inch or two, then how long was the thing? From the tenting of his ...horts, she guessed another five or six inches at least, making him a minimum of 8" long. The thought mortified her. She was how deep herself? Four inches, maybe? Five? Barely half his length.Oh, my God, she thought numbly. What have I gotten myself into?Extending her right hand, and with trembling fingers, she touched the top ridge along the top. I also moved my hands down to massage her shoulders before moving down to her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra so there was only her thin t-shirt between her perky boobs and my fingers. Slightly more than puffies, her breasts were like inverted Champagne flats, perfectly shaped miniatures. They must have been very sensitive. Lisa gasped when my fingers first touched them. Lisa twitched and moaned as I massaged her breasts gently and tweaked her nipples. I gradually moved my hands off her boobs. Where Allison was meek, Monica was boisterous. Where Allison was nervous, Monica was care free. Where Allison was bookish and intelligent, Monica was…well, not. Monica, while sharing her sister’s features, had a very different appearance. Her hair was lighter, almost blonde, and swayed freely about her head, and she had long since discarded her glasses in favor of contacts. She wore a bright yellow T-shirt, an off the hip pair of white koolats, that hugged her slender legs.The girls talked as. My first shot of spunk hit my faceand I managed to open my mouth just in time to receive most of it. Thefollowing shots splattered my chest and the residue dribbled over Tom'shand. I cannot recall ever having come so powerfully.He said "Wow, that was awesome, it went in your mouth too." I nodded andsaid "I like the taste, why don't you try tasting what's on your hand andsee what you think." He brought his hand to his mouth, tentatively lickedit and said, "It tastes weird, but ok I guess" he.