’ He scoffed at her answer. ‘Look at you, dating some hipster from the bookstore,’ he said mockingly. ‘Does he wear skinny jeans and thick bla...k glasses he doesn’t need?’ Her thoughts immediately flashed to Aidan and his immaculate Savile Row suits and Cartier cufflinks. Oh, the irony. ‘I’m not dating him,’ she argued, sounding irritated. ‘Purely sex and nothing else,’ she whispered, not wanting her colleagues to hear her. ‘And he’s not a hipster.’ ‘Fair enough,’ Dylan said with an air of. She pictured Norm, standing above, at the edge of her grave, watching each guest drop their shovel full of earth, then turn and depart. She could almost hear him thinking, "I'm here my love"The sound of the earth filling her grave was growing more and more muffled.In her mind, she pictured her grave, covered with flowers, shaded by the great oak. The air was becoming heavy, she could feel her heart starting to increase its rhythm to keep up with the failing oxygen supply. She knew, in her. He smiled broadly and sweetly said, "No problem."He sat down on the bench and propped his legs up against the walls,exposing his cock, balls, and ass to me. I dove in, making love to thatmagnificent piece of meat. I needed to know how big it was, so I figured away to discreetly measure as I pleasured him. I held the base of his cockwith my right hand, stacked my left hand on top, and extended my thumb. Itwas exactly that length. I measured when I got home. Eleven inches. Elevenfucking inches of. "Wow," I chuckled, "you've been growing." Yeah, I'm five nine. I'm taller than my mom now." I can see that," I said as I motioned toward the couch. "C'mon and sit down."Jeremy looked like he was going through that awkward stage of all legs and arms; and big feet. He was obviously going through puberty because his skin looked oily and he had small zits on his chin. I pointed at his clown shoes as he flopped down on the couch."My God, what size shoes do you wear?" Size thirteen." You're kidding!.