We stopped to pick up a six pack on the way to her house. Florence opened the front door, took off her red shoes and asked me to come in. I followed ...er to the kitchen. “Would you like a beer or a glass of wine, Gil?” “Beer, please.” A silence fell between us. We had arrived at the point of no return. Both of us wanted to be naked and fucking. In silence I walked to the front door and picked up her shoes. I slowly walked back to Florence, pulled out a chair and motioned her to sit. I got. “So you are right, sex with Greg is important to me, I can’t get that kind of sex with you because we know each other too well. I get it with Greg because we don’t know each other sexually.” “Not yet!” “Yeah, not yet, do you mean something more?” “What will happen when you and Greg learn more about each other? Let’s assume you have an affair with him for a good while, a year or more. He will learn more about you sexually, get used to you, and you will get to the same place with Greg. Here is my. I didn’t want to cause a fight in front of our friends, so I stayed cool but not unresponsive for the rest of the day. We got home after a day of wine and sun, and after putting three year old Bethy to bed, just hit the sack and went straight to sleep.But that sound kept echoing in my mind. And it promised to hang about unless I worked it all out.The next day was Monday, so I called Henning Moritz in HR and invited him to lunch on my expense account. Henning was German by birth and was. She surprised me by taking control of my cock and started to stroke it to get it hard again. It didn’t take too many strokes to get it harder than U.S. steel. She said, this is the thickest cock I’ve ever held and it’s heavy too. For a moment I think she forgot about measuring my cock, as she toyed with my mammoth balls. She then started measuring me and her mouth opened in amazement when she saw that it was ten and a half inches. She said that she was getting excited with all this meat in her.