Take it.’ I assured her lovingly. She was clever and she sensed the hidden meaning. My semi-erect cock was protruding from my cotton pajama. She not...ced it and understood that I had faked an illness to spend time with her alone in the house. ‘Sir, how are you feeling now? You had some stomach trouble.’ She inquired.‘Malthi, after seeing you here in my room my stomach trouble has gone. You’re magical.’ I praised her with a smile.‘Sir, your dad gave you some tablets. What are they for?’ She. Equally moved was my Cindy. Her hand clutched mine tightly, and several times I looked over to see her with her eyes closed, tears on her cheeks. It was THAT kind of performance. I admit that she wasn't the only one carried away by the pieces.We worked our way out of the place afterward and headed back to the hotel. Well, not exactly. Back to the pancake place, first.The waitress came to the table. "My, don't you folks look GRAND?!?" she said."Thank you!" the girls said in unison."Hey!" I said,. .. right into the massive pillows of her breasts. It was like having my face pressed into a huge feather pillow, where the puffiness of the pillow billowed around me, providing a wonderfully soft landing place... but cutting off all air.I struggled and huffed and puffed until I felt myself growing faint. Suddenly she seemed to realize what was happening. Her hands relaxed and she turned my face upward. I gulped in fresh air gratefully.She said, "Sorry, sugar, guess mama just got "carrot" away.. Yes, I too was reminded of that scene from Boogie Nights: ‘Oh, it’s true … your are Brock Landers.’ I said, ‘What’s true?’ She then replied, ‘I heard you had a big one.’ Apparently, my friend who had never seen, but gave me the benefit of the doubt having heard rumors, told his gal about my surprisingly large cock, and his gal, in turn, told mine. Unfortunately, she was completely shaved, but I went down on her. She got into 69 and started blowing me. I must admit she gave very good head. So.