“There’s no reason for us to rush. When I have Jacob for my deflowering, I don’t want him thinking he’s missing something important elsewhere.... And this week is going to be chaos with play rehearsals. I wouldn’t have time to use my sex slave anyway.”“Hey, that reminds me,” I said. “I haven’t had a chance to tell anyone yet. It looks like even if there isn’t a great opportunity for Desi and me to do the deed, I will be spending a little more time near her in the coming month.”“How? What are you. “Well,” he said, “I’ve never compared it to anything, but it doesn’t seem too big to me.” I unfastened his pants and zipper; I fell to my knees as I slid his pants and underwear to his ankles. He was hard as stone, and it looked big to me – maybe too big. My cheeks became red hot as I took the sight of him in, sex education in school had only ever shown cartoonish genitalia, I took him in my hand and began exploring his body; it was fascinating. I examined how his sack, which was saggy and. Not that he wonders, but he takes his time gazing from her black shoes, up her shapely black stockinged legs to the dark gray skirt and then on up over her rounded tummy (“that I did in fact kiss here in the Lobby,” he thinks with a smile), to the black blouse that masks the industrial strength brassiere he knows he’ll find when he clasps her. “Cheery garb you’ve chosen, once again, Ruby,” he chortles, “on this glorious Spring day.” “Don’t you start with me,” she beams, “BITE ME, Ron”! That. Kissing her never put a crick in my neck, because I was six feet, three inches, so we were on the same level.Beth had the tailor make her flight suit just a little tight across her chest, so her A+ Cup breasts thrust out impressively, when it was warm enough not to be swathed in a parka. Beth’s breasts were perfect as far as I was concerned. They were cones, high on her chest. They didn’t sag a bit. Her nipples were sharp points, and if I sucked them, my wife was going to fuck my brains out.