.to 7... then 8... then 9... and it was now straight out... 10 inches and swelling. His cock head was humongous and as She played with it, It bounced...heavily as she teased it. She put her hand around his cock and you can see clearly that her fingers were a good inch or more apart. She pulled him closer to the camera, and I could see his cock fully hard, really close up, it was massive and I could see it was like she said, at least 10 inches. She looked at me, smiled, and said "I love you" and. ''Mr Pitt! Please! Oh! (Cleared throat) Mr, um Mr Pitt!'' The funny thing about her awkward speaking is no one noticed at all but me. At times she would look to her right but not once over her shoulder at me at all. By the time that ''Mr Pitt'' was in front of us, I was thrusting and circling my dick between her phat separated butt cheeks like there was no tomorrow. He leaned in and took a picture with the Scottish woman, I stood back out of the camera shot but did not remove my buried dick. "He didn't think that he had time to shower and change again, so he just put his tools and equipment in the car and set out for Kensington Palace. From his home in North East London, it took him just over thirty minutes to get there. He parked in the same place as before and once again presented himself to the duty superintendent, who wasn't David, as last time."My name's Stuart Simms." Yes! Good Evening, Mr Simms!" The duty superintendent replied, as he picked up the telephone: "Mr Simms has. It feels like the most valuable thing I have to offer this world. For the first time in my life, the idea of looking down at the round, cherubic face of a child bearing my name seems overwhelmingly beautiful. It seems like something to want. Something to need. I’d never really thought hard about the idea before. I guess I always felt an undercurrent of certainty that I would not make a very good father. My own parents were such a mess by the end, and I feel like I share their stumbling ways.