"Chris busted out laughing and said. "I reckon that's right and I would not expect anything less from you. Now how about them ribs, do you have some r...ady?" Hell yes and the damn things will melt your mouth. While you were laying your lazy ass up in the hospital I've finally perfected the recipe. These ribs taste better than pussy." John replied."I doubt that very seriously" Chris laughed as he took a bite out of one of the ribs. Laughing, Chris said "Pretty damn close though, it's running a. He started to describe the size of his cock by comparing it to the beer bottle he had in his hand. Her eyes lit up and her hands went under the table, she could not wait. Her inner slut had taken her over and she had his cock out of his pants and was stroking it with everything she had right there. She just stared in awe as she stroked it with two hands. She finally broke her stare with his cock and looked at me. She gave me the look, asking me if it was ok. Obviously at this point, she had. She was concentrating, sombre as a tightrope walker, searching carefully for the rhythm she could ride to orgasm. Ben realised that her rhythm wasn’t his, though, he wasn’t in danger of coming, and could stay hard for as long as she needed him. That pleased him. She began to ride him, with long strokes that almost took him out of her (he fell out, twice, she put him back in without fevered urgency) and enjoyed each stroke, the length of him and the final bump at the bottom that sent sparks. I do not have the whole day to wait for you.’ With a clear sense of reluctance, Stefan dropped his pants and his underpants to around his ankles. His cock was pretty standard. Looked pretty much like any other 18 year olds cock. Nothing to write home about. Dr McKenzie examined each testicle, the scrotum and the penis. He told Stefan to turn his head and cough. Stefan was getting more and more embarrassed. The colour rising in his cheeks. The tears forming in his eyes. I almost felt sorry for.