And it made me gasp. It was bigger than any cock I had ever felt.And I had felt more than a few. I could barely get my hand around it. It was alive. W...arm and hard, so hard.I looked into his eyes and told him I wanted him.He smiled and told me we should get me out of the wet clothes I was wearing.We entered my room , which was smaller than next door where my daughter was in bed with her new husband. My small suitcase was on the bed, still open. I shut it, hoping Paul hadn't seen the large. "He kissed her lips. "Sounds like a plan. I'll get my stuff together and meet you in the lobby." Before you go, Ren -- I'd like to have a talk with you. But first -- I want to use the bathroom." Maybe I should use the men's room downstairs."Scarlet stood and slipped into a lightweight robe. Ren pulled on his jeans. She handed him her ID card. "This is the problem with living in an old dorm," she remarked, "gang showers." I know," he replied. "Over at Moore two rooms share a common bath. It's a. ‘All will be well, I promise.’ ‘Ah, Bettina my fine girl, I knew I could count on you. Now, let’s see what I can do to thank you.’ He stripped off his clothing, eager for her talented body. His penis was already rising to half-staff, and as she fondled him, he just got harder. They kissed, tongues mating, hands rubbing against breasts and balls. When he felt ready to explode, he roughly shoved her onto her back and thrust inside her womanly sheath. As he drove into her hot greedy body, he. I noticed it didn't seem as hard while I was rubbing it. It started moving. I drew my hand away and watched. It kept getting bigger. As it was getting bigger it started to point up in the air. I couldn't stop staring at it. It was now pointing straight up. Dad was still passed out.I reached over and touched it with my finger. It bounced against my finger. I opened my hand and slowly wrapped my hand around it. I couldn't get my whole hand around it, but almost. I really felt hard. I could see.