” “No, not me, I’m a post-grad. Art History, studying for a Masters.” “Oh, now that is a pleasant surprise. A model and someone that apprec...iates art, I’m impressed.” It was a blatant smile and it was spellbinding. She played with the ends of her hair, running it around her finger. She took a step closer towards him and he felt the crackle of sexual energy fill a new pause in their conversation. His body responded to her proximity, his palms felt sweaty, his mouth dried as his heartbeat rose. . "Mike's at work, and should be home soon" I thought I’d catch the midday Friday bus", Frank said while sitting down."That’s alright", she replied while bending over to pick up a mug off the coffee table. With only three buttons done up, this gave Frank a great view of her breast, which looked a perfect b-cup. Looking at this Frank got an instant hard on, and had to rearrange him self to hide his excitement. Diane sat down on the couch in front of Frank and crossed her legs, showing off her. Thompson felt Frankie was a punk looking to rob their house because his mother wasn’t married and he was earning money to help her pay the bills. Mr. Thompson had no idea how hard Frankie’s mother was working, or how Frankie’s father had abandoned them both when Frankie was a baby. Frankie disliked Mr. Thompson, but liked Mrs. Thompson, and wondered why such a nice woman was with such a cruel man. Mrs. Thompson told Frankie if he would mow the lawn upon their return, she’d pay him extra, even. It was about 7 inches and humongous. He slowly played with his dick and forced me to bend down. My body looked like a Chinese girl’s body. I could see that there was a mirror on the opposite wall. I could see my reflection in the mirror. I was tiny compared to his huge body. He was playing with his dick and I could see it was swelling every second.He caught my eyes for a second and looked away. He gave a wry smile and forced his dick into me. It hurt like hell. His big dick was tearing me.