"Cap'n," he said, "Germans, lots a'them, over by the creek and heading' this way, mounted." How many?" the woman asked, standing and closing the ledge...r before her."Don' know," he said. "Didn' stick around to count, hoard a'them, bluecoats." All right," she said, "calm down and go ring the alarm bell." I help?" I said."Get your weapon," she said, "follow me and stay close. I still don't trust you."Standing, Susan Simon was another story altogether. She was about five-foot-eight and went a good. The TV was playing a porno with a super curvy African lady getting crushed from the back. Keisha certainly knew how to set the mood. My dick began to jump in my pants as I gazed at her curvaceous frame."You like what you see?", she asked as she bent over the dresser to sniff a line of coke with the straw." Yes indeed.", I said looking at her meaty pussy. "You want a line?" No, I'm good.", I replied."Did you know that coke makes you fuck longer?", she asked."I know, but I'm good. I just want to. If I got close I would stop to prolong it. When I could not stand it any longer, I slipped my prick through the slit in the underpants and between the pillows and into the glass and humped my artificial mom. I started this when I was 13 and continued to do it to the age of 18. If I had enough time I would do it again as soon as my prick got hard. I was always ashamed and disgusted when I was done and swore I would never do it again. But I could not stop and I did it again and again.One morning. Clair asked her what was the big deal, no pun intended. Janis confessed that she'd only had two penises' in her life before me and neither of them were much bigger than her finger, holding it up. She went on about how her cunny was sore for days after her first encounter with me and how she thought I was well above average. I corrected her assumption that I was anything above average. Janis went on about how she'd seen others that were large but none that much larger than mine. I told her that.