I pointed and swallowed. “Garret’s that big?” “Yes,” Hillary beamed. She waved the potato peeler over the counter-top and said, “Show me J...ke.” I slowly turned and studied the various vegetables in front of me. I first reached out for a longer, thicker russet and decided not to sugar coat my husband or his somewhat lacking manhood. I instead reached for a longer, thinner carrot. “This is Jake.” “He’s that long?” “Long and thin … like my legs,” I said uncharacteristically. Hillary examined my. I started kissing her feet and slowly worked my way up, kissing her body through her teddy up to her lips. Bypassing her pussy and tits. I nibbled on her neck, licked her lips and started back down her chest. She was moaning and squirming. Wow, was she ever turned on.I stood, took my robe and underwear off as she crawled out of her teddy. She looked at my hard cock and gasped. "My gosh, your huge". (I'm not huge, just 7 inches, but very thick, 7 1/2 inch girth.) She was seriously scared. She is. God, the sex goddess of my collage was standing half nude before me. I made her lie down on the bed and made sure that she was at her comfort. I told her nothing would happen if i treat her. She was happy that i took good care for her. She lied down in bed and i started applying oil on the wounded part. At first, she was shy and tried to stop. but later on she left it in my control. I kept massaging her thighs. slowly i applied oil over her entire leg and was massaging.I got to tell you this. I stood a couple of rows across from her, just watching. She took a couple of items from the rails, holding them up, her green eyes assessing each item. Her eyes flickered over to me, her face showing signs of sun-kissed health, her lips slightly apart. Almost as soon as our eyes met, she broke the moment, resuming her perusal. She stopped by a well-known brand of lingerie, picking up a lime green ensemble, bra and matching French knickers. She held it up, turning it in her hands; her mind.