The crotch of her tutu had a secret ?insert? that was invisible to the ordinary glance as it was disguised in the centre seam.When Pauline had landed ...eavily on my outstretched fingers, the pocket had parted whilst her tights obviously had some sort of additional pouch in the crotch. As her legs spread in the leap, my fingers were allowed immediate penetration. My tense silky clad fingers had unexpectedly slithered deep into her innermost secret femininity and Pauline squirmed with unexpected. It was like I wasn't a man at all. I felt weak.This point was hammered home by communal time in the prison. I'd not letmy smaller stature make me a target for intimidation before, but walkingshoulder to shoulder with the bigger guys didn't feel as achievable asbefore. The cage was neatly hidden beneath my baggy orange prisonuniform, but I was acutely aware of it whenever I took a step, and feltlike everyone else knew about it too - which was, of course, a ridiculousthought.What had given me. "Mary reached over and bent William's huge cock away from his stomach to make a point."Notice how the last two inches of this monster tapers down to practically nothing. His father was exactly like that. That's right, a genetically perfect shape for opening the youngest girls. Why, grown women like us wouldn't stand a chance of resisting penetration."Mary noticed that her own face was flushed from visualizing what she was talking about. The other women also had a sheen of moisture on their. Tom knew I was there, however, and his look of triumph filled me with jealousy, hurt and yes, even anger. But, my cock and unsatisfied balls were driving me on, and they told me that at this moment, my lust was more important than my jealousy or anger.Tom then slid off my wife, his half-erect cock glistening with a mixture of my wife's and his juices. He smiled at me and kissed my wife again, fondling her stiffened breasts. He looked at me, and with a new-found confident tone in his voice that.