It was huge and intimidating. He stroked that monster in front of me. “Take off your clothes.” he whispered. He kept stroking his big fucking cock... while he watched me strip for him. Once I was totally naked he looked at my young cock and began to laugh. “You don’t have any hair… and your dicks so small!” He grabbed me by my cock and placed me standing between his legs. He jerked me off gently with his thumb, index and middle finger. I’d never jerked off or been jerked off before so I was. It was a dinner/dance at the Royal Station Hotel. Strictly formal dress was de rigueur: black tie for the men and the gown she'd hired for the evening was a gorgeous off the shoulder full length, figure-hugging shantung silk creation in the same blue/grey colour as her eyes. There was a slit up the left leg to the bottom of her hip. All edges were trimmed with silk tape in a two-shades-darker blue. She had searched the shops to find a suitable lingerie set and had settled on matching the colour. .. belly.... shoulders....Maggie was the first to seek her wetness. First, a light finger over her very hard, very excited, very sensative clit. Then, a brush over her outer lips, only to draw back between her very wet inner lips, back to her engorged nub, the slow rub ever quickening. Maggie's other hand wasn't idle. Her thumb brushed over her tight nipple as her hand cupped and massaged her breast. At this point, she had no need of fantasy. She looked to Cara who was expertly pleasing her own. She was initially very self conscious of this but I gradually conditioned her to accept this a very sexy attribute. It was a bit of fetish of my own and Carol's was perfectly proportioned for her thin body. It neither too big nor too small and protudes enticingly underneath tighter t-shirts with a slight but visible jiggle which made it all the more erotic. The sound of our sweaty bodies slapping against one another seemed to dance off the surrounding congregation of trees and all nature sang.