Finally I couldn't waste any more time and reached in and pulled him out. Not the biggest I have had but impressive. It was not quite hard yet, but a ...ood 8 inches and thick. Veined and a good sized mushroom head. My husband's is only about 6 inches and the head and shaft are about the same size. This k**'s head was about a quarter of an inch bigger around than the shaft, which was pretty thick. I pulled him to me and took the head in my mouth. It was a tight fit. I was worried about scr****g. Trisha had continued to be uncomfortable and distracted since the night before."What's going on, Sweet? I hope you're not thinking about breaking up with me because of this thing with Jeff. We're going to fight him, and I'll stand by you; you know that." Thanks. It's nothing like that. But, we do need to talk." Uh, oh. Famous last words. Let's go get comfortable." Mark placed his arm around Trisha's shoulders as they went to the sofa. He didn't lose contact when they sat down, and proceeded to. Damn, it even seemed that it was shorter this way.Graveyard was still deserted when we went through it and now that I was paying attention I saw that it was on one side of an even bigger clearing than the one we were using. We didn't stop though; we just let Jill lead us to her stuff by the way she knew. After a couple of minutes it was apparent we'd have to find a better trail than this. The trees were too damned thick to fuck with on her way.When we got to her Suburban and camper I was. We passed by her boss at the bar and she said, loud enough for him to hear, ‘Be sure and pick up a poster or picture of Sky Blue and me. They’re right up front.’ She then leaned forward and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and headed for a back room. Stunned, I simply stood there for a few moments, my pants wet from my cum, my shirt still wet from Marjorie’s sweat and my hopes of seeing her again nearly gone. I grabbed two pictures and a poster and left, driving straight home. The next morning.