I can’t pee or cum properly if it’s a bit hard” he said very quietly. I said that I had often seen cocks that looked just like his and it looked... fine to me. I lied! I studied his cock and tried to slip his foreskin down, I could see that it was almost sealed over at the tip, and the long spouty tip was on the underside. As I tried to stretch the foreskin down, the spout moved further down towards his balls, skin was completely covering the helmet, I could see why he couldn’t cum or pee easily,. I went and stood behind her , over her shoulder looked at what she is cooking and started to rub my cock against her buttocks. She was acting as if nothing happened and I put my hand around her waist and inserted my fingers into her saree fold and touched her mound. It was puffy and hairy. Before I left the kitchen I also managed to squeeze her buttocks , saying it is so hard and nice to touch. I said your husband is lucky , he can play with all these every day. She smiled and said , he only. . like how your fingers are stroking my slit and how you’re feeling how wet I am for you ... and how you just slid two fingers into me as I took hold of your cock ... the cock that’s going to go deep inside my tight little teenage pussy and details about how after an hour of luscious fucking it filled me with your daddy man-goo. Please, make love to me.”Later, Cricket provided Dave another insight into the risqué activities at the party. Cricket had done everything she could do to make herself. As he was ready to lay her on the bed, he spied grandma’s old rocking chair in the corner of the room. It was stacked with clothes and seldom used. It was a family heirloom, but with none of the grace of a fine antique. It was obviously hand made but just as bviously without the fine touches of a master craftsman. It was thick in the legs and rungs, made to be sat on rather than looked at. It had no arms and an unusual seat which was wide at the front and very narrow at the back. The back was.