The knob was a dark pink, reddish colour and fatter at than the rest of the shaft. He had lots of hair above his dick and on and around his ball sack,...it was brown mixed with grey. His ball sack was large and hung low. He said OK both of you explore it some more take as much time as you need, you dont get many opportunities like this at your age to learn about how your penises will be when you grow up he said. We took it in turns feeling the penis and his balls which were huge or seemed it in. ” I could tell from her expression that she was seriously thinking about it. “What about you, Candy?” she asked. “Well,” I replied, “I could either leave, and let you two quietly get on with it, or I could sit there and watch, or even join in. Why don’t we just see what develops.” Within a few minutes we’d agreed on a plausible ruse to persuade him to visit my place. He said he’d be about half an hour, which gave us just enough time to have a wash and brush up and apply fresh make-up and. He never missed a lick, I felt his tongue going inside of me, and it felt like it was going deep, very deep. Even after I climaxed, he kept licking, he licked and licked. I sure was not going to stop him, it was clear to me that he loved licking a woman's vagina, oh, I can't believe I said the V word, I meant to say Pussy or in my case CUNT. He kept at me between my legs. The way he was doing it made me think, this was not his first time.It was all I could do to remain standing; I ended up. He would make the announcement this Sunday, after I appointed him the new Archbishop of York, a vastly better paying position than the one he currently held. I also “suggested” (ouch, twist his arm some more) that Bishops and other clergy should be allowed to take a widow or personal slave as a wife and reminded him that any widows who remarried and their children would no longer be the financial concern of the local parish since they would then have a husband to support them.I stopped by to.