..it wassomething he was bound to like.....I hoped. He had obviously chosen itwith some care which weirdly made me feel a little better and then Icoul...d feel his easy, masculine power as he squeezed my hand and kissedmy forehead. He towered over me. So big and he held the pictures too. Iwas trapped. He knew it and I knew it. There was no point in mepretending otherwise.I thought about how he had squeezed my hand. His grip was powerful butone with a great deal of care. And the bit about the bear. I slip two fingers into your vagina and a third deep into your well-lubed ass. I suck your clit hard and it only takes a few more moments until your body convulses and I feel your juices spray against my chin. You bite your lip to keep from crying out as your body shakes uncontrollably. I continue to suck on your clit until your body goes limp, then I gently lick you clean. When you have recovered I start to finger fuck your pussy and ass again. When you start thrusting back against me I. “Yes, you make me excited,” he said. “I’m sorry if it embarrasses you but I can’t help it. It just happens.”“It happens, what happens?” She asked not understanding why he was apologizing.“This,” he said, placing his hand over the head of his long penis. “I get excited being with you and I can’t control it, I get hard. I know it must have embarrassed you to see it.”“No, not really, I wasn’t embarrassed,” she lied, “I was just shocked to see its size.” “Have you not seen one that big,” he asked. Phil was gone as often as he was home – sometimes leaving for class in the early morning and not returning until after midnight.The baseball team was better than it had been for the past few seasons but no one was counting on a berth to the Small College World Series. Still, Phil had fun. It was nice to be around guys since he was around women almost all other times.He was also glad to reconnect with Bob Prohl, who was spending as much time at the house as Phil did. Ted, Stacy and Emma were.