Many inches further down, a big knobby cock head was pushing against his shorts, struggling to get free. "I don't want to see it," she said, staring i...n awe down at the b**st pushing hard against the fabric."Yes, you do," James said, pushing his pants down another inch. "Just tell me to stop and I won't show it to you."Mira stared in horror, dismay, and disbelief as inch after black inch of the biggest blackest cock she could have imagined revealed itself. "Stop," she said, at six inches.. " She gave a few soapy pulls on my cock and, as you might expect, it began to respond in the manner it was designed for."Oh, look at you. You're getting to be a big boy. Well, let's get you out and dried off," she said, so I rinsed off and she handed me a towel and I dried off.As I reached for my briefs, she said, "Um, let's go to your bedroom, I want to take a look at you, um, make sure you're good and clean."So, she followed me down to my bedroom, had me lay down on my back, looked at my dick. Her body was my instrument, and this was the best music I was going to be able to coax from it. The crescendo was with me, on top of her, transporting her charged emotions past all of the barriers she had erected to prevent herself from going into a sensory overload. She resisted at the end, fearing giving herself over to the excesses of sensation I was producing in her body.Even her resistence was surrender. The noises she made were primal sounds, disconnected from rational thought, expressing. "There; now we are ever and it really isn't that cold, so why don't you get out of them covers and come for breakfast."I blush, "but I have nothing on, you'll have to look away whilst I get dressed" I answer."..and what would be the point of that?" he looks at me deeply, "..we're meant to be even, remember!?"I pull the covers off and the shock of the cold and mixed lust catch me and my nipples harden.He looks at them as I slide out of bed and they bounce softly. He does not move his focus as I.