His prickhead was as big as her fist and his cock-shaft was as thick as her arm. She was thoroughly overwhelmed.Yet she was strangely drawn to it. Her... eyes feasted on the giant prick and its thickness and hardness aroused her passion.Moaning softly, she licked her tongue-tip up and down his cock and around his prickhead. The tip of her tongue found his open piss-hole and, since she couldn't get his prick into her mouth, she settled for fucking her tongue in there. The horse's hind quarters. Strangely enough, it seems to be one of the most popular stories I have. No sex. ‘It’ll make a great car!’ We looked at the box, a large cardboard egg box that arrived in the garden by some mysterious means. Our hands held, he to my right. Two figures locked in a time warp of our own. I marvelled at the imagination of a five year-olds mind. ‘Just cut the sides for windows and a bit for my feet.’ His excitement had an infectious nature and, for a moment, I too, could see the prospects of the. We got down to the pool facility and Marshall punched a code in to get into the sauna. Once inside he went over to the lockers and took off his shorts and tee shirt. I tried my best not to sneak glances over my shoulder as I did the same. I dropped my briefs and put them in the locker with my clothes, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist to hide my still partially engorged member. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Marshall in a pair of loose-ish black boxer briefs and my blood really. She smiled at the bartender and took a large drink from it. “Well, are you hungry yet? I can go get us a table.” He started to get up, but her hand on his arm stopped him. “I’m not really hungry Greg. Are you?” She bit her bottom lip, slightly embarrassed at what she was thinking. Greg saw the pouting look and her large green eyes melted the very heart of his soul. “No, not really.” He admitted. “Do you want to just get out of here?” When the words came out of his mouth, he couldn’t.