But what am I apologizing for? Why are you so upset? I thought you wanted..." "I did," I exclaimed, interrupting and raising my head up to meet Danny'... eyes. "But, Danny, it was your first time! If I'd known I would have made it so much more than just a quicky on a couch." "If that was a quicky, I can't wait to really have sex." "Don't make jokes about this," I said and buried my face back into my hands. Danny raised up from kneeling on the floor and sat beside me. Putting his arm around my. Way better if you ask me. Peeing is good. Nice detail. Makes your story so realistic. A very Lucien Freud like detail to add in. He just died yesterday by the way.” The mention of the passing of one of the century’s greatest painters of exaggerated realism makes no impact on Carmyn who rolls on with her story. “Angel’s exact words – Carmyn, you think you’re all that great. Ugh. You need to stop.” “Hmm ok? Stop what? Does she mean stop being a lesbian? Stop liking girls? I mean you can’t just. Believe me, they’d be looking at my tits and ass just like the other men,” she countered.“Are you supposed to be a cheerleader?” She was asked, by a male admirer in a pirate’s costume.“Yes, a very slutty cheerleader. And this is my stud boyfriend,” she’d smile.It wasn’t long before we were up dancing. I couldn’t take my eyes off my wife in her sexy costume. “There’s Brian and his wife with Adam and his wife. Do you want to join them?” I pointed.“Yes,” she said, and we made our way to them. “Hi. Disappointment is a different emotion to hide, especially in those situations. But right now, I didn’t care about her satisfaction. I hadn’t seen her in three weeks and my balls felt like large coconuts. I didn’t want to go down on her now, just get my five-inch hard-on into her. Five inches that that were more spring onion than courgette. She verbalised her dissatisfaction without even realising it. “Are you in yet?” she asked.“Yeah… can you feel me”? I replied“Oh yeah, I can now… that’s.