There was a guy there kneeling in front of the wall and I whispered, "how does this work? I have never done this." He said in a Flemmish accented voic...e. "I am offering to help please you." Still not sure if I should put my cock through the wall, I stood and his hand came through the wall. I moved closer to let him feel me. He lightly harassed my hairy balls. Hmmmmm, it felt so good. I just stood there, almost in a trance, enjoying the sensations. His fingers lightly rubbed the underside of my. With rejection still stinging, and all hope lost, He steps into my life with the words…”Canadian and educated…nice.” He plays some mind games with me, testing me out, watching the seed of my desire to please Him appear in His palm. He gives me points for good behaviour, teases me and takes His rightful place on a higher intellectual level, physical level. I am in awe as I find my place relative to Him. By conversation number two, the seed is planted and I am capitalizing His pronouns and. My nerve endings tingled as his cock slid over that indefinable spot of utter pleasure deep inside me. I believed I could feel him reach all the way to the entrance to my womb, that he filled me completely. Ron began to slowly fuck me. It felt simply sensational as his mighty cock made that long journey up and down, in and out, along the complete length of my vagina. The cocks in my hands were forgotten. Vaguely I was aware that Ben now masturbated himself while he watched my cunt swallow this. We were sitting low on the cold concrete, and as she did this, her panties could be seen, and his face lit-up and he smiled, 'One day', she said under her breath, 'I wont wear knickers, then he will get hard for me'.She sat staring at him, her crotch exposed until he disappeared around the corner, then she closed her legs and drew deeply on her half smoked cigarette.'How big is he', she queried?'Who', I asked, thinking she was referring the man she had just flashed, 'Your daddy', she replied,.