My breathing turned to panting and I could feel my heart pounding away in my chest, as the moment drew near.Sensing my readiness, Daryl nudged forward...and slipped his fat glans inside my opening, just resting for a moment to let me get used to his size. This was the first circumcised cock I’d ever seen and to me, the head of his cock looked just like a small apple. Now inside me, it didn’t feel unpleasant or painful (after all, I’d given birth to three children) but it was certainly stretching. I gave up trying to pee and when I came out she was standing in front of the mirror studying herself and washing her hands. She dried her hands then came over to me and stood very close. Too close. She leaned over as if to talk confidentially and her breasts strained against her dress and bulged out the top."Vicky, I'm wearing this new perfume and I'm worried it's a bit over the top. What do you think?" It's beautiful." I said. "I really love it."She took a small bottle of perfume out of her. Her long and flowing blond hair complimented her sparkling blue dress. She blinked ditzily at you with wide eyes and an even wider smile, showing off a face of joy that highlighted all of her makeup. Maybe this place was actually a brothel? That'd sure be awkward."Hiya!" she welcomed. "Are you, like, here for a room or something?" She put her magazine down and leaned forward on the countertop, clearly making an intentional display of her deep cleavage."Uh..." You were taken aback by the woman's. This was a night of the pre-valentine’s day madness. Too many orders, not enough time. Not that this is a problem I’m complaining about of course. I climb wearily up the stairs to my bedroom. The sparse but well-appointed room is a sight for sore eyes after the organized chaos that is my workshop. He was still asleep, and I stood for a moment to admire his form – his body radiated warmth against the grey sheets, the dark mahogany bed, and the sunlight beginning to filter through the windows..