Those two, pairs of balls were beautiful, loaded for her."Oh, so pretty," she whispered hotly, stepping close to them as she dropped the handle of the...vacuum cleaner. She grasped both cocks in her hot hands, squeezing them, jacking back and forth. She pulled the rounded, dripping cock-heads against her creamy thighs, smearing the juices on her flesh, shivering with the slippery sensation. "God, you two are so fucking hard! If there's anything in this world I love better than these two hard. " I could say I refused. I could say I turned around and left the house without an i****tuous thought. But why lie? I just unzipped (carefully) and basked in her admiration. Karen slid off the bed onto her knees in front of me. Closer.... "It looks so nice." ...closer... "So big..." ...closer... "So...tasty." ...BINGO!! She inhaled me. My knees buckled from the sudden onslaught of pleasure and I grabbed the back of her head. She bathed my shaft right fine, 'throating me in no time. I don't know. It got a little ugly, for awhile, about who my guest was going to be. You can hear it now can’t you? “As long as you live in my house, as long as I am paying for your college, and the ever popular, you will listen to your father,” were among some of the phrases used as my parents crossed my choices for guest off my list. Finally it was settled, the older daughter of our neighbor would be my guest. That was pretty funny, I thought to myself as I went back to my room to call Kara. She would be my. We meandered the shelves and counters until he'd brought us to the deli section. “If a man wanted to stuff something in his pants to be like me, he'd need this.” He said placing an object in both my hands. I looked at the baguette I looked at him. I looked at the bread again. Then I looked at him. “Bull SHIT!” I spat, throwing the French bread into my grocery cart. “I'm not lying.” He said with a calm shrug. “I'll make you a bet,” I said, “Come back to my place. If you're anywhere NEAR the size.