I thought of putting a condom on my Dick and then continuing with the next story. An fortunately or unfortunately I had acquired lot of guts over a pe...iod of time, so I decided to wear the condom at my desk – there and there itself.I gave a backward glance at Deena, she was busy in her work. I slid my chair further near the table, as near as possible. At that position it was virtually not possible for anyone to see what was happening under my table – Not even to Deena. At least I thought so, A. His paw-like hand rapped on the ornate white door three times and he waited. His ears angled towards the house as he heard the small dinner party going on inside. He sniffed his nose, three, no…four guests and the family of five that lived there. All adults by the smell of their sexes. He heard the steps of a pair of sneakers walk from the kitchen down what he assumed was a hall to the front door. He gulped as the door unlatched from the inside and swung open.“Folks! Pizza is here!” the man. We begged John to adjust his filming so he could stand by our heads and give us access to his balls and cock. Soon he was there, his big balls shaved and hanging as his handsome cock d****d over them. We lifted and caressed his balls and I sucked his entire cock into my mouth as we did so, and as John filmed the process. Soon Pam and I were taking turns sucking him as we cupped his balls. The skin below his cock corona got redder and redder, as he got more and more excited and hard. Eventually. For mid-February dances of previous years, no one had gone to the trouble to do much more than set a date, hire a band, and call a caterer. This year was going to be different. Priscilla Roundtree, affectionately known as Prissy, was the current chairperson of the Annual Valentine's Day Sweetheart Dance. She intended to use the success of the evening's festivities to launch her campaign for presidency of the Young Women In Business Association. While women fought to join primarily male.