My pants were already tight so it hugged the every inch of my well endowed cock. Christine: Oh my… yummy. That’s quite an impressive tool you have... there. Is it actually 7 inches, like your name? Me: Mhmm. Christine: Well I’ve never played with one that large. I think it would be fun Me: I’d love that. I can’t stop thinking about those gorgeous lips you posted on the forums… wrapped around my cock. Work picked up as the day went on, and it was raining pretty heavy. It was quite the storm as. "Is that what this is?"She was amenable to my suggestion.When we finished this time I asked, "Why don't we start this, whatever you're going to do, in the shower unless it's going to involve handcuffs not in a nice way?"Whatever she had to tell me, I could still make her laugh."Is that waterproof?" I pointed to her ID."Thanks." She took it off.We let the water warm up and then got into the shower.I washed her hair. I didn't just let the shampoo suds up, I massaged her scalp."Oh, God," she. Being a red blooded male, when a pretty girl smiles you smile back. At a shade under 70 mph she give me the universal hand signal for ‘drink’. What do you think I did? Yes, I gave the thumbs up sign. She points to the upcoming junction and we pair off of the motorway, as if welded together. Towards the island she flies past and indicates right. She obviously knows where she is and soon has us parking in a large pub.I skip across to open her door but I’m too late. Her long legs keep firmly. I watched her huge bosomssurge forward, bulging over the scooped neckline of her cherry-red topmere inches from my nose. "Tilt your head forward for a moment," sheordered. Despite the fantastic view, I frowned in annoyance when sheclipped the frilly bib behind my neck and then smoothed it over the frontof my gingham frock. "There, that's better." She snatched my hand andused my bib to wipe off the ring of pink lipstick from around the base ofmy wrinkled thumb. "Silly baby," she scolded me..