It was long, but it wasn’t thirty minutes long by any stretch of the imagination.“I’m trying my best,” I muttered.“Do or don’t do! There i... no trying!” she misquoted, once again. She tried to be ‘down with the kids’ and keep up with modern – or at least faintly recent - memes, but she wasn’t very good at it.“Hmm. ‘Don’t do’ sounds like a comfortably good option right at this moment,” I said equably. “I could do with a rest.”She halted and drew herself up to her full 5’ 2” height, and took a. Greg seemed to like this too.So the one night they were telling me about this couple, Dan and Margie, they had met with earlier in the week. They were bisexual husband-wife truckers in their 50’s and really nice. There was something particularly special about Dan: He had an enormous cock. They excitedly described it as being the largest they ever played with. They said it had to be at least 10” and Greg said we were like pepperonis to his salami. Donna said it was too big for her to fuck and. She pressed her trembling palms to his chest. ‘How sexy do you find me?’ She asked softly, pressing him backwards, towards the bed she’d set up in the middle of the room. ‘More than… I even have the words for.’ He admitted, slipping his arms around her waist. A grunt of confusion escaped his lungs as he fell backwards onto the bed. His complaint died in his throat, as he felt her body topple down onto his. ‘So…’ She sighed, propping her elbows up on his chest and dropping her chin into the. Her eyes were wide and her sweet lips begged to be kissed. I let mine just hover over hers for a moment. "Kate, I bet you'd taste nice down here." I pressed my hand firmly against her jeans. "Judy..." Her face moved up and down a few inches as we continued our stare, our lips still a breath apart, my palm rubbing what I'd dreamed about tasting.Maybe I'm getting ahead of myself; maybe the fantasy is just a fantasy - maybe not.For a year, Kate had been coming over once a week to help with the.