Noah smiled softly.<br/>"8 inches, 2 in width."<br/>He sat up and rubbed Andol's hair. He loved that soft, pillory feeling, and the silken locks that hung there like the clouds of heaven. He buried his face gently into Andol's head, kissing him. He then moved to start stroking his hair again, but now also pushing down a little, guiding him towards his crotch. Noah caressed Andol's free hand with his own unused palm. He couldn't help but to have butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He felt a mixture of nervousness and anxiety for it to start, and pushed down on Andol's head for a second maybe a little too fast.