" Oh, you." I echoed her words from the other day. "You have such a penetrating way of expressing yourself."She laughed. "I understand in order to gra...duate from college you have to take an oral exam. You'll pass in a second." Silly schoolgirl banter, but my nipples were hard. Why didn't the damn things grow? It wasn't for any recent lack of stimulation!"In order to do well," I told her, "you have to know your subject from the bottom up." Lyn cracked up, and I was having trouble stifling my. "I thought you said you had sex before".Cindy pulled back up a bit, "I did but he was smaller than you and he barely got in me before it was over. It was kind of embarrassing"."I'm flattered that you think I'm so big but I'm just normal. I would say your boyfriend might be a bit on the small side. We just need to go slow in the beginning"."He's not my boyfriend. I don't have a boyfriend. What should I do?"Well, we need to just go slowly, or" and I hoped she did not say agree with me on this. For a minute or longer, I massaged her hands and fingers. She watched me the entire time with an intriguing smile. I wished I knew what she was thinking."Cathy, how about turning over and let me do your shoulders, neck and back."As she turned, I helped her rearrange the pillows to form a valley where her breasts could nestle. I'm not sure of their size but they were impressive. I dripped the warm oil on her tanned shoulders, neck and back and began a firm massage that focused first on her neck,. I wondered if that was permanent. He slowly began to stroke in and out of her finally hitting bottom. My wife picked her head off the pillow and said, “Oh, I can feel it. The head of your cock is pressing against my cervix. It's stretching it. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.” He was ramming it in my wife now. He had her by the hips and was driving it deep each time. “Harder, damn it. Make me your bitch. Fuck me with that big cock. I want to feel it deeper.” my wife told this guy. Al I could do was.