Driving around early morning on Friday ( Equivalent to Sunday in Gulf) when a boy racer clocked my cruise mode; followed the eager cutie to a flat at top of 3 storey building. On the roof top, the cooing of pigeons flooded my ears- all around one walk were cages of birds. The cooing and sight of pigeons will always be associated with this adventure!
Cutie, was fast and furious, leaving me hungry for more..little did I know ..!
Out from behind a mirror there emerged a youthful older individual, nondescript but smiley- my jaw dropped when he dropped his wraparound to reveal a huge cock. Relative to his skinny frame, it was enormous. Stiff and ready to stoke a hungry hole…
I didn’t have to edit long before it was in and doing what pistons do..
Funny, big ones don’t hurt, it’s the other sizes that irritate - might be psychological rather than physical
Saw Mr Big a second time in a different more comfortable, familiar setting, but the illicit thrill, the mirror and the feeling that at any moment something unexpected might occur was absent and it fell flat
Proves that returns don’t tend to work!
