“Oh darling” she purred “you are the best husband”. I was letting my wife live out her fantasy so I guess I was. Either that or I was stupid. ... tended to think the former was right.Sunday came and Marie was so excited. I began to wonder why I had caved in so easily. But it was too late to back down. We had a quick lunch and timed it perfectly to arrive dead on 2pm. Vern stood at the front door of the house to welcome us. I hoped this “special” didn’t include him. No, I guess the safety was. I couldn't take it anymore, enough waiting. I dropped to my knees at the edge of the bed and fished out the first dick I would ever taste. What a b**st I was looking at. Five inches long with room to grow and the base was almost too big to wrap my finger around. I gave it a few slow tugs and as it throbbed in my hand my mouth began to water. I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest as I leaned in, gave it a little kiss, and opened my practically drooling mouth. As the. .. “Just out of interest, Barbara, do you wear the Henderson tartan at all?”“Er, no—to be honest, I didn’t know there was one; but maybe if we go to Scotland I can check it out; I’d love a skirt or maybe a dress made from it!” I smiled.“Oh, I think I can do better than that, Barbara—let me see what I can do. And what about wee Chip?” I asked, exaggerating the brogue. He looked aghast.“A kilt’s a skirt that men wear, right? I can’t wear a skirt, Mom, the other kids would laugh their heads. The unyielding pole in my asspushes me forward, and I take a mincing step forward, driving the cock inmy mouth deeper. Another push, another mincing step, and I feel itreaching the back of my throat. OMG, there is still so much of it stilloutside! Another push stretches my insights, making me take another step,and I feel the cock in my mouth push through the point of resistance andenter my throat, slowly sliding in through my distending, gagginginsights, followed with laughs and insults, until.