It continued to grow in which it became almost rock hard and about 8 inches long. The thickness reminded me of a corndog but longer, yet even thicker....“Now, this is what a cock is!” he said while looking down at me. I still couldn’t take my eyes off of it while wishing mine was this large. “Stroke it” he demanded. I didn’t know what he maeant to stroke it and just looked up at him in confusion. “Haven’t you ever stroked your cock?” he asked. I replied with a feeble no. He then grabbed my hand. " "Thanks," I said. I slept well that night. The Massachusetts air did me good. Morning arrived and the k**s had no qualms about waking me. They knew this was their day and they wanted to spend it with their Uncle Alan. I did my best to oblige. "Hey k**s, who wants to go to the toy store?" I asked. "I do! I do!" Their joy was boundless. It was contagious as well. After a good breakfast of bacon and eggs, I wished my sister well and I herded the k**s into my car. It felt good. I had never had. In the middle of our first week we took an excursion to see a cigar factory, rum factory and to swimming in waterfalls. During this excursion I got the opportunity to meet Jenny. Jenny was also a University student but from Waterloo Ontario. She was in her first years and was in the same year as me. She arrived as part of a large group from the University and had arrived at the neighbouring Rio resort a day after me but for only a week. I had seen her on the beach earlier in the week and I. She had dark labia that were more to the front of her vagina. She had a hairy upper lip. It wasn’t Italian hairy, but it was there.She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.She finished her spin and then let her arms down to her sides.“Come on.”She turned and walked into the living room and I followed. She pointed to the easy chair. It had a towel on it.“Sit!”Woof! I was being trained, like a poor lost mutt.I sat on the towel in the very comfortable chair. Kendi sat on the couch and.