I also had prove that my dick wasn't the 1 inch thing she saw when she first stepped in. By the time I was finished showering and staring at her, I wa... hard as a rock. Probably even harder than Ty - who now had his hands all over Ashley's tight ass and perky tits - and sporting my much more respectable nearly 6 inches. Although, Ty was hard too and probably had me doubled. Turns out his soft 7 inches isn't a grower like mine, but he still had probably something like 10 or 11 hard inches.I. Gently.Layla's "ohhhhhh" hadn't been an act at all, and it hadn't been said because she knew her line either.His fingers had gone on, drifting to her throat and around to the back of her head, where his hand spread out and pulled gently, until her lips met his again.That hadn't been in the script.As Mr. Wilson, he had touched her shoulders, arms, and sides—coming perilously close to her breasts, but never actually touching them. She couldn't even remember the dialogue they'd spoken, but she. And I felt the searing pain in my hand. And then no more, then I felt no more. When I awoke I was laying on a clean bed in a small bed chamber. Sunlight was streaming through the window, and two solid-figured, middle-aged men were staring down into my face, their eyes full of concern. ‘Ach, Gute, he awakes,’ grunted one to the other. ‘Sir, can you hear me? We dressed your hand. Does anything else pain you?’ ‘Where am I?’ I asked weakly. ‘You are in Netunkirche, in the Saarland, at the edge of. His mind whirled for a moment as he tried to decide how best to please her. His decision was to eat her pussy. In a blur he slid down the bed and spread her legs to allow him access to her crotch. His cape didn’t share his momentum and so it ended up covering his head and her body. Unfortunately for Superman this gave The Whore more power over him. You see her pheromones were strongest in her cunt, and he had just put his face near the source and stopped the air from diluting them. Bad move.