I noticed it, kept doing what I was doing, and forgot about it for a second or two. A series of events, however, led me to believe I had done somethin... that I never thought I’d ever do to a hooker, but her dilated pupils, her short breaths and a squeezing, sucking motion on my dick surely looked, walked, and quacked like a duck called orgasm. I never stopped to ask, and both the mental and physical sensation of it all dragged me into the dark corners of climaxing as well, but to this day, I. It was very apparent he had years of practice and knew exactly how he liked it. His strokes were smooth, even, and meticulously slow. He was not just putting on a show for me. Daddy was enjoying every curl his hand made upon himself. I began to wonder exactly how daddy's length would feel inside my wet pussy. Every time he felt down his long shaft, I pictured his cock plunging into my hot moist crevice, parting my sexual lips to make it wrap around him inside me. The perfectly round head of his. Finally, Annie opened up her full palm and attempted to grab the shaft of her father’s penis. However, her hand could not fully close as he was so thick. She started initially stroking him slowly and then increased the speed. Jerry was now fully erect and was sporting the biggest erection most of the women at the table had ever seen in their lives. The women were all mesmerized by Jerry’s eight and half inch cock and its massive girth.Sabrina leaned over to Melody and asked, “Honey, how do. It alternated with art class every day, so tomorrow, Friday, would be art. We went into the locker room, the mythical girls' locker room, and I was slightly disappointed. There were no pillows, no feathers, and no giggling girls. It was, in fact, rather like the boys' locker room. Rows of lockers, low benches, and girls changing as quickly as possible. A flash of leg, a glimpse of a bra or panties, and then shorts and a T-shirt. I changed just as quickly, and off we went. We were playing.