And then she was naked before me. Her pussy hair was a neat, perfectly trimmed little triangle of light brown – even more lovely and delicate than I had expected. She had an ideal figure, her smooth tummy and slim waist, her flawless creamy skin, her dancers legs. Nude, she was still a perfect doll, an ideal girl.

She was shaking a bit, but I could tell that she was resigned to this.

"All right," I said, "Now undress me."

She stepped immediately forward and began to unbutton my shirt. "No," I said, "on your knees, Annie." She dropped to her knees, and had to reach up straining to take off my shirt. Then off came my shoes and socks, again piled neatly next to hers on the sofa, then she undid my pants and stuggled to get them off (levis are hand to remove from a standing person), but finally succeeded. All through this her face was calm and businesslike, but her breathing was becoming rapid, and there was a flush creeping over her chest and upper arms.

Finally she took off my briefs. My dick, hard and straight as a post, sprang out and hit her on the cheek, and she stared at it as she lowered the underwear to my feet and I stepped out of them. My dick is a bit on the large side, especially compared to Bill Arnold's, being very close to nine inches long (and I was so hot that day I would not be suprised if it were ten) and very thick. I am uncircumsized, though that was hard to see with the foreskin retracted so completely. I could not remember ever feeling so hard in my life. My dick stuck straight out in front of me, like a baseball bat at the ready.

"Jesus, you're huge…" she whispered, and I could see fear in her eyes.