She looked at my cock quizically and said, "What? I thought you said..." I don't understand," I said. "This never happens."She alertly brushed my ball...s with the tip of a fingernail. She brought that fingernail up along the tender underside of my cock. Suddenly there he was: Sir Galahad! If I do say so myself, it looked enormous. The long thick pink pipe of a shaft was adorned with hundreds of little squirming blue veins. There was one super thick vein coursing right down the center that looked. I claimed not to do so and told her to undress her sweat-shirt. After some murmuring she did and she wore a tiny white undie below. I saw her perky nips and a lot of sweat on the white shirt. Her nipples peaked through it and I had to concentrate on the road. My pussi was wet and became wetter each minute and mile closer to my "education centre". Also because Zoe also wears a mini sitting next to me and the seat belt ran through her fantastic tits. After exact 59 minutes we arrived at. At about her 'bikini line', there was a prominent fold, with her belly hanging significantly over. Her pussy, so wonderfully sexy in the pictures, was now puffy under the thick thatch she had allowed to grow over it.Turning sideways to the mirror, she could not suppress a groan at the size and overhang of her belly, and the ugly folds that formed under and below her arms. And her arms! The awful bags where her triceps were supposed to be! That was something only baggy old women were supposed to. "I guess I'm meant to be the dominant character in this scenario," she said, sounding bored. "You say the strangest things." "That's because I'm breaking the fourth wall," she replied. Charlotte unhooked her bra, tossing it aside without paying attention to where it landed. She licked the ends of her fingers and swirled them around her large, puffy nipples, flicking the tips as they stood erect, then guiding his hands to her breasts. He massaged them in a circle, savoring the feel of the.