I moved back more and felt it entering me. Now I was controlling how far and how fast it went in I was able to enjoy the feeling. And it did feel good... George's finger in my ass was exposing my senses to a whole new dimension of pleasure. "Like it, sweet boy?" Oh man...." I rocked back against his hand. His finger went deeper into my ass.Now I was comfortable I asked him to move his hand and finger me. I came up onto my knees and we moved so that George brought his legs together and mine were. I laughed and said yes. He motioned to his own and said ‘we’re just black, black, black’... and straight! I wasn’t sure about straight. His cock was getting thicker and harder.I laughed and made my way to the shower area. He followed. We sat side by side and showered off, sitting down on the stools, talking about this and that. All the time, I was sneaking a peek at his uncut cock growing in the mirror. He washed himself, unaware of me looking, but his cock was growing – maybe just from the. She was his Soul Friend, as the Gaels said. There in the pale gray that still fought against the sun’s rays, she was an angel. He leaned forward, his beard scathing her cheek as he planted a gentle kiss on each of her eyelids. He saw them flutter gently before she pulled them open, still drunk on the nectar of dreams. ‘Mmm, Ian?’ Jill mumbled sleepily, turning to face him, her sleepy eyes clearing and becoming brighter by the moment. He smiled at her, stroking a hand over her hip, his fingers. To be in the club you have to have at an eight inch cock or be a girl. We meet once every three months and set our "Target" and select teams. When we meet we also watch video of the teams hitting their targets. For instance-the last quarter we split up into teams of one girl, a white guy and a black guy and our target was a married milf. So Heather, Jack and I took our cam corder and hit a local wine and art show. Heather and I acted married and were looking at art with our "friend" Jack..