"Yeah," I moaned. "She's gonna b-be here in about twenty minutes." I got up on all fours, arching my back and parting my legs to take Carla's toy even... deeper. But instead of giving me the fuck I ached for, she withdrew her vibrator. "You'd better go shower, then," she smirked. I knelt there for a few seconds, shivering with frustration. Damn it. Carla had a thing for bringing me to the boil without finishing me off. She always did make me come, eventually -- but until then, she loved to. She had had to spread her legs so I could reach to kiss her. As soon as we began kissing more pashionately I felt her hook her ankles behind my legs to draw me in closer.Suddenly I was very aware she had worn a very tight , very short skirt! My cock bulged in my pants. I tried to back off because we hardly new each other. If I grind my bulge into her pussy just 2 minutes after we first began kissing she might think I'm a pervert!I actually said, "oh , um , sorry". I wasn't sorry and probably. He pushed and I opened and rocked and I opened up more. Then more pain. Shit, I thought, this was so much bigger than any dildo I had ever used-and soooo much better! I inhaled sharply, but didn’t stop him this time. He paused every so briefly and then continued. “Ouch!” He stopped and I pulled away from him. “Ouch, ouch ouch…” I said, waiting for the pain to go away. I looked back at him and saw him hefting and stroking his mammoth errection.“I’ll be right back” he said. In a moment he. "You don't need to see me snarling about this. I should take you home." So, you think it's right to be there when I need you and to be alone when you need me?"Keven shrugged. "It's a man thing. We don't talk about what hurts us; we track it down and do alpha male things to it. Me snarling at you and everyone around me isn't going to help anything." He resumed his pacing."If you don't want to talk, that's fine with me," I assured him. "I'm here as moral support silently, then. Just don't force.