He then stoodand aimed that cock head at my hole. With the first thrust in, I knew thisman was working with a big dick. I felt my hole stretch, and ...he keptpushing more of himself into me. When I could feel his bush against myass, I knew he had to be at least 9 or 10 inches. ?Just relax dude, andbreathe. I know it is a big fucking dick, so just enjoy it.?Then he started to slowly fuck my hole, and with each thrust I had to catchmy breath. To feel that steel pole up my ass was amazing, and. " about that time, he realized we were all looking at him and shrugged. "Hey now, there's not much to do at Cook but watch the telly. Besides, these women are grand fluff. I been watching this since it started." But why are we watching it now?" said Juice. "When are you going to explain about this big plan of yours?" Keep watching," said Charlie, "and I'll tell you all about it."On the screen, the women were clearly having some kind of heated argument, though there was no sound. Hink was right. Almost unconsciously my hands and fingers found the rigidity within the minimal nylon covering of my nightie and panties and stroked and caressed the hot shaft through it's delicate covering. I'd unpacked the contents of my cases and bags, distributing the dresses, skirts and blouses I'd found in the capacious wardrobe, and carefully laying the array of flimsy, delicate, feminine lingerie and stockings in the drawers of the dressing table. The cosmetics I'd arranged on the dressing table, or on. I just need to get fucked right now, yes?" An offer he can't refuse, right? That's what I'm thinking now.He's looking around now. Not a soul in this area. So quiet right now. He's gonna take a chance. I can see it in his face. I reach into my purse, dangling from my shoulder, and take out a condom. I carry them because, Wayne, the dipshit, never had a condom. No way was I getting pregnant before marriage. The little philosopher takes it with a grin as I drop my purse onto the floor.It's getting.