It was that long, thick and surely had a life of its own. Though he was ‘Uncut’ but his hood was considerably smaller but it was there. Pulling ba...ck the foreskin, he could see the big bulbous cockhead throbbing in the dim light coming from the street. He knew to lick the finger and touch softly over the tip of his cock. He could swear, he heard his cock talking back asking him, “Yes man, yeah hold me, do me good and play with me”. It was pulsing, throbing hard.Phil grabbed his length in his. ‘Did you let Philip feel your tits – last Christmas?’ Anne’s face flamed, and her eyes fell away from Kate’s steady gaze. It had actually been Boxing Day, at Kate and Philip’s house. It was late in the evening, and Anne and Clive, with Anne’s parents, had enjoyed a convivial evening with Philip and Kate, and were on the point of leaving. Anne excused herself, to go upstairs to the loo, before the car journey. As she emerged from the bathroom, she met Philip on the landing. She smiled at him. The poor boy jumps back, to the loud laughter of his friends. The boys return to approach the busker again but not touching her, all peering closely at her face and eyes that stare straight past them into the distance. The boys shake their heads, drop some coins into the bowler hat and stroll away chatting. Ouan too is fascinated. He often comes to the market but has never seen her. He can’t take his eyes from her. She is like one of his computer models that he can make strip naked and do. The morning after when I woke up, Ingmarie was not in bed. My cock was quite hard because I needed to pee badly. But before going I decided to take a quick look at the content of the bedside table. I could see there was handcuffs, a small vibrator, a large dildo, a gag-ball and an ass-plug. Ingmarie certainly was a liberal old lady when it came to sex. As I was trying to quickly sneak into the bathroom I heard a gentle voice saying – Good morning dear, oh it looks like someone is ready for a.