“Why don’t you get hold of it and pull my foreskin back yourself,” I suggested, “that way you’ll get to see the head of my dick plus get to know how it feels.”
“You don’t mind me touching it,” she said sounding somewhat surprised, “Jack absolutely refuses to let me touch his,” for a moment Laurie paused and then said, “cock, there I said it,” she went on, a hint of pride in her voice as though she had accomplished something monumental. Easing her onto her back, I undid the belt holding her housecoat closed and spread it out on either side of her, then gently spread her legs apart. It couldn’t have been much more than a week later that we were walking back to our vehicles when for a second time she glanced around to make sure no one could hear her when she said. She asked somewhat apprehensively. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours. “As for an answer, yes it does hang below the level of my testicles probably by about three
