“Wow, that’s pretty big,” she says in amazement. I stand in front of her, my crotch at her face level. With my penis in my hand, I show Hannah...how I like it handled. This goes on for a few minutes and the whole time, Hannah would keep her eyes on my cock. She scoots herself closer and I could feel her warm breath on my leg. She can’t keep her lips closed due to the excitement. This is no teenage weenie that’s barely born out of puberty. This is the cock of a real man that’s fully. Nor, seemingly, much into men either. In fact, during our first two years, except for a couple of rather desultory brushes with male students of my acquaintance, she acquired the reputation of being a sexless wonder as well as a bluestocking. I had reluctantly had to recognize that, if I wanted to keep her friendship (which I very much wanted to do), then I would just have to accept that sex would not be part of our joint agenda, and to seek satisfaction either alone or in other company – both. And ... His zipper exploded. Something huge and freakish burst out of it, still expanding. Scarlett danced and blew a bubble, unaware, as the thang grew beneath the table and thunked against the table's bottom like a flesh-covered baseball bat. Dave's eyes were wide, and he couldn't speak. The thang was still growing, veins blue and huge. Scarlett felt the table shake, and then the entire table began to rise up off the floor. "Hey!" Scarlett shouted. The bubble burst over her lips. "What're you. ” I managed to force out.She smiled, peaking a glance at the cause of my frustration with a cheeky wink as she set down my plate, curtseyed and again disappeared.“Can I ask a question Sir?”“Please do, but eat as well.”“Are all the girls from different countries or, or do they just look and sound like they are.” I asked with a bite of toast.“Some, Ona is Japanese, but like most girls here she speaks mainly English. Her Japanese quotation of some words like, cute, yes and no. They are the result.