Recent Blogs: THE BIG SWALLOW dared a glance downward. Mrs. Hanson was eye level with his tremendous bulge; it was almost as if she was looking directly at his dick. The view down the front of her cardigan was terrific, and he felt his dick twitch once again.
Mrs. Hanson came to her feet and leaned toward him. Those tremendous boobs were pressing right into his bare chest, causing his dick to go rock hard. They were face to face, yet not looking one another in the eye. "You know, Johnny," Mrs. Hanson finally said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I've been watching you . . ." Johnny didn't know what to say to this, so he didn't say anything. " . . . and I think you're hot," she said.
What happened next was definitely not in his imagination. He felt Mrs. Hanson tweak his dick between finger and thumb. "Tell me if I'm going too far," she whispered. The blood rushing into his engorged organ answered for him as his tool stiffened rock hard beneath her tickling fingers.
