The images from the party crept into my dreams and all I could think about was that hound and the size of dick. He had the smallest sheath for such a ...uge member. I wish I had tried it.Over time I made up with Jim and we were going to have a quiet dinner at my place. He wanted to get a "pet" and needed to know if I would I be willing to take care if it because he travels so much. I was interested but I needed input on the animal. He had been searching the Net and found a group that. " "Well I'm not afraid of that. You like girl on top?" It's my favorite lazy mans sex, you do all the work."With that said I mount Nick and I'm already dripping wet. It still was a hard task getting his cockhead in. After that it gets easier. Nick is caressing my breasts, nipple pinching and raising up for a mouthfull. I'm gliding on half his length just rocking with my tummy on his. After a few small orgasms I speak up. "I want you deep again." Sure just sit up, hands on my knees, arch. As her ship drifts she watches the destruction plume into space, ignoring the warning signs from her ships computer and reprimands from her squad, drifting dangerously close to the hull of the Executrix.She knows this is a disciplinary matter. It could have cost her and her squadron members their lives if they had been in combat. She doesn’t care. She’s numb. All the good she has personally ever known in the Galaxy was in that city. The only place she has ever known solace, and she fears she. .."I laughed. "You know what? Guys think that about girls. Word for word." Really?" she said, her eyes brightening. "Guys are just as intimidated by us as we are by them?" Yeah, I think so," I said. "Maybe not the football star and the head cheerleader-types, but the masses of people; sure."She was silent for a while."You're a guy, sort of," she began."Thanks a lot," I said."Sorry. But what I meant was maybe you could give me some... insights... into guy thinking. I'm 16 years old and this.