Sweet Valhalla, this was better than any of his fantasies – and he’d had plenty of fantasies about this particular blonde. He glanced down at her... and smiled triumphantly. He, Jan van Es, was fucking the famous Laura Vandervoort’s mouth. She was handcuffed to his bed, and she was sucking him off. Fuck, yeah. Totally awesome.“You’re good, Laura,” he said, holding on to her shoulder and firmly inserting his dick in her sweet mouth over and over again, thrusting slowly. “But I want you bad. I. I had by far the longest and fattest one of the group, even then."Again there was a long pause, and finally Laura change the subject and they began to talk about school matters once again.That evening while in bed, Laura was wild; she even asked me what was the size of my cock. I knew that she was trying to figure out if I was smaller than average, after all I was the only one she had ever seen or touch down there. I know that with my seven inches, I am about average and this is exactly what I. Garrett let the boat rest there until he finished his beer then efficiently prepared his fishing rod for the first cast of the day.As he tired of fishing in one spot, Garrett would use the oars to move his boat back into the current and let it drift slowly along. As the boat drifted, he continued to fish until the boat once again grounded at which time he would either push off again or sit and fish for a while. From time to time he would stop fishing and either have another beer or a sandwich. I reached out and ever so slowly and carefully took his hand from his cock. It was soft and about 4” long. I knelt down and licked his cock head. To my surprise there was a very large drop of pre-cum on it. It sure tasted good. Slowly I took his cock into my mouth and gave it a little suck. Bob didn’t even move. His snoring and breathing never changed so I knew he was in fact passed out. (I had tried to wake him up several times in the past to go to work and he really was a sound sleeper after.