What she had was a whole lot of super exciting sex appeal that started down on her shocking red toenails and went all the way up to her shimmering gol...den blonde hair that invited you to grab it and pull until she cried "Uncle!"The first time I was fortunate enough to navigate up Jill's vaginal channel until I grounded hard on her giving cervix, I understood what the word "tight" actually meant. The base of my happy dick was being squeezed so hard by her seldom opened lips that my ejaculation. ’ He flashed an impish grin and I felt my heart hit my stomach. Blonde and blue eyed, Philip looked every bit the Oxford student…not too preppy, but not too art school either. He wasn’t as muscular as the others, but he wasn’t something you’d turn away from either. He turned to say something to Jean Claude and I caught a glimpse of his ass. Oh yes, I thought, just enough there to grab on to. The third man stepped forward. The sound of my heart beating filled my ears and the people and sounds. "Look," he explained to Simone, "the eucharistic hosts in the ciborium, and here the chalicewhere they put white wine." They smell like cum,” said Simone, sniffing the unleavened wafers."Precisely," continued Sir Edmund. "The hosts, as you see, are nothing other than Christ's spermin the form of small white biscuits. And as for the wine they put in the chalice, the ecclesiasticssay it is the blood of Christ, but they are obviously mistaken. If they really thought it was theblood, they would use. You're taught that the size determines how much of a man you are, that having a small one is humiliating. Isn't that right?" He put a hand gently on my shoulder and pointed down to my little package with his eyes. "You've always felt ashamed of your tiny pecker haven't you, boy?" He asked rhetorically. I nodded sadly. "Well from now on you won't have to feel that way. Now that you aren't desperately aspiring to manliness anymore, your dick doesn't play any role in your value as a person..