I knew she was flattering me, because, erect, my prick is only aboutfive and a half inches long. Still, women have assured me, that's quitea mouthful...."Thanks."Jaime shrugged out of her robe. Now, she wore only her pink-trimmedlavender panties. Rising, she knelt before me, taking my firm cock inthe smooth, soft palm of her hand. "Let's put it to good use."She bent low, her luscious lips parting around my member. I felt themslide down the length of my shaft. Her nose pressed against my. He is anxious to know whose genitals are currently cupped in his hand. This is like no situation he has ever been in before. Robert crawls his hands upwards from the vagina he is cupping. He lets his hands travel until he touches what feels like the hem of a woman’s shirt and then up under the shirt until he can feel the curves of a woman’s breasts. He can feel another slight intake of breath as he trails his fingers up over soft lips. It is at this point, as he is close to figuring out the. We parted on a friendly basis just as the undertaker arrived. I tipped the swamper four-bits for having to clean up the unexpected mess. I had lost my appetite, what little I'd had, for that God-awful beer, so I gave the dregs to the swamper and left with my stack of posters.I went to the hotel restaurant for lunch and looked through the remainder of the posters while I waited to be served my beef and beans stew. This turned out to have a few vegetables in it, and I sent my compliments to the. I like the way a nice prick throbs in my hand, or when itspills its cream either into or onto my body. I absolutely adore semen. Ilove the taste, the smell, and the texture, about the only thing I don'tlike about it is that it can knock a girl up."You're so sick boy," I teased my lovely man, whom I would truly miss whenwe parted, "but that's why I love you."Our parting at the airport was long and drawn-out. Both of us crying andproclaiming that we would be faithful and wait until we could.