But men can cooperate to bring a woman to a state of bliss that one can not. I gradually understood that the point of Liz's mounting was to welcome me... and my welcome was not contingent on my performance. As I reached my welcome release, Liz fell back and told me to fill her missionary. She lifted her leg high enough that our pelvises met as close as humanly possible, in as deep as I could, my head deep inside her swelling and the muffled sound of me slamming into her dense mat of hair. I was. They looked ready to fall off his face. “Oh, my! He is a big one, isn’t he?”“I hope you have something in double extra large,” Raymond joked.“Well, I think we have a few things that could fit, and with a few simple adjustments, we can make them seem tailor-made. Luckily, your son is wide on top and not so much in the middle,” the man chuckled at his own joke. Tim and his father also politely grinned.“Hey, Jacob,” a booming voice bellowed from one of the changing rooms in the back of the shop.. “You know we'll just end up fucking if I climb in there.”“That's why my secretary is here,” President Pope said.A younger woman, a few years older than me, peeked her head out the door, leaning in from a seat facing the university's president. She had a youthful face, round and naughty, her short, blonde hair giving her a playful vibe. Her green eyes sparkled as she purred, “I've heard so much about you and your cock, Becky.”President Pope grimaced, pinching her face, her lips pursed tight. She. “I’m so dumb. If… if you could.., teach me. If you’d promise to be gentle. . . if you wouldn’t tell anyone …For an answer, he turned . her around and held her chin up close to his. Then Nancy found herself lost in the warmth of his kiss, in the heat of his body against her, in the throb inside her cunt.Slowly he peeled her nightdress off and shed his own clothes. She stammered, conscious of his eyes staring down at her round tits, and his muscular leg moving.