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She planted soft kisses on my exposed skin as she continued down the row. When she finished the last one, she slid her hands up my chest and pushed the shirt and sweater over my shoulders. I shrugged them off while she unbuckled my belt.

My erection made a tent in my boxers as soon as she lowered my pants.

She grinned and sank to her knees, where she pulled off my shoes, socks, and finally my khakis. Then she gazed at the bulge in my underwear.

“He’s ready for his debut,” she said.

“I’ve already had mine.”

I chuckled.

“To rave reviews.”

“But are you ready for Mr. Big’s debut? He’s a bit nervous. What if you don’t like him?”

“Big enough,” I said. “But don’t get your hopes up for John Holmes.”

She looked up and gave me a sly grin. “I know who he is.”

“Mmm hmm. I told you, I’m not so innocent.”

She grasped the waistband of my boxers and pulled them down. My cock sprang up and bounced gently in front of her. She lowered my shorts and I stepped out of them, but she never took her eyes off my hard-on.

She wrapped her small hand around my girth and squeezed gently. Then she stroked a couple of times and simply watched the skin move over the shaft.

“Very much.” She looked up and met my eyes. “You remember that thing about your favorite breasts?”

“Well, that’s how I feel about your penis.”

“Mmm hmm. The only thing I care about is, ‘Can I touch it?’” She grinned until she replayed her words in her head. “Oh my gosh! That makes me sound like a tramp.”

“No,” I chuckled. “It makes you sound like someone who knows what she likes.

Besides, I know you’ve seen others.”

I didn’t want to get into an argument—the little head would’ve sulked for a month if I had—so I didn’t call her on it.

“But yours is bigger.”

“He’s big,” I said with a laugh at a sudden memory, “but your hands are small too.”

“My grandfather used to tell me to marry a girl with small hands.”

“‘Makes your johnson look bigger,’ he said.”

“You don’t need any help in that department.”

“Ha ha. Use my own words against me.

Fine. I get it.” She wasn’t really upset, though. She was too focused on my dick, and she continued stroking slowly. “He’s so hard,” she said at last. “And so soft at the same time.”

“Mmm hmm.” I wanted to put my hand on the back of her head and guide her mouth toward me, but I forced myself not to. The effort left me with a tingling sense of urgency that I knew all too well.

“He’s so big,” she said again. “I don’t know if he’ll fit.