..umm... wait a minute. Sweetheart: What's the matter? Wellhung: I've got a pubic hair caught in my throat. I'm choking. Sweetheart: Are you OK? Wellh...ung: I'm having a coughing fit. I'm turning all red. Sweetheart: Can I help? Wellhung: I'm running to the kitchen, choking wildly. I'm fumbling through the cabinets, looking for a cup. Where do you keep your cups? Sweetheart: In the cabinet to the right of the sink. Wellhung: I'm drinking a cup of water. There, that's better. Sweetheart: Come back. Pru took the call. "What's up?" This morning, she had gotten out of bed feeling as though she had spent too much time in the Salle, and now she was stretching and limbering up. She set the com so Isabella could easily see her."I was out at the mine all week, Pru," she said, speaking Arabic. "And I decided to stay and spend the weekend in the hills. You know, just sort of wandering about." Isabella was known to her friends as an avid mountain hiker. On the com, she appeared to be at home, and. “Every single one of you wanted to know how big Michael’s cock is.”Madison looked at her notes again. She was enjoying teasing her friends by dragging it out.Rena motioned with her hand for Madison to continue and said, “And?”“I wasn’t able to put a tape measure to it, but I would guess it is about six inches long; give or take a half inch. And it is so thick my hand barely wraps around it.”“Is that large? And was it hard or soft?” Susanne asked.“It was hard, and I don’t know if that is. Kevin, like all the black men I had come to know and love, knew just how to pleasure a girl with that big black cock and I had the best of evenings. First we went to the club where he wined and dined me, then after we ate we had a very convivial time of flirting and making out as we sat either in the booth or on the dance floor. Late in the evening when I was squirming with frustrated anticipation we left to find his car in the parking lot when we had a glorious fuck on the back seat. I was in.