It thickened somewhat, but never got hard. I masturbated several times with one hand, while holding the mammoth dead cock in my other. The next mornin...g, we both had serious hangovers, but I was the only one smiling. I never saw a bigger soft cock, before or since, and I still use the vivid memory of it sometimes when I masturbate.Example 3When I was in college, I had a semester-long affair with a fellow student. The first time I saw him naked – on our third or fourth date – I thought his. I wanted to look up at You then, Sir, just wanted to look into your eyes for a moment so that I could feel safe again. But I didn’t dare lift or turn my head because I was concentrating so hard on keeping the pile of clothing stable on my back as we made our way down the hall to the elevator. I wanted so very much to please You and make You proud of me, Sir. Thank You for not hurrying, Sir, and allowing me to lift and lower my hands and legs carefully as we walked.I cannot describe the. He was going crazy and saying the strangest things while he jacked off. In one way he was funny to watch and listen too, but his cumming was genuine, and large, and it left me with an appreciation of what I as giving to these men, a sense of power to let men see beautiful white girls in a way only husbands normally can, a secret cam in the bedroom for perverts and lonely men to watch and get off on.I told my husband back then I had a secret passion to have sex with three black men, and then let. The big silken bulge protruded from his zipper and he cupped it in his right hand still holding the dirty panties to his nose with his other hand. God, he couldn't get enough of her smell. He had been blessed with a rather large cock and it now stretched the thin nylon almost to its limits. He squeezed his stiffened member and a big dollop of pre-cum soaked through the panties he was wearing. He sniffed again, imaging his 55 year old mother-in-law licking the large drop off her straining.