I would like to start off by saying that I introduced my wife to a big cock 5 years into our marriage. She had told me that her ex husband had a small...dick and that I was large to her. I thought that was quite funny because I knew I was on the smaller side as my friends and I would compare sizes when we were younger. Well to make a long story short i had mentioned to her one night during sex that I was going to find her a big one for her birthday. I would say it was a couple months later that I. I believe he's a good guy n' all; hell, I suppose I'm even a little grateful for him lookin' after her but it still messes up my brain. Can you understand that, Randall?" Sure I can understand it. I never met a man as strong as you, Uncle Jack but damn, everybody has his limits! I don't know how you've been able to deal with it all these years." I don't know either and sometimes I wonder how much longer I can deal with it. If your Aunt Rita wasn't otherwise such a good, sweet woman, why, I. "Okay Bud. We've got it, but can you tell us what it is we've got?" Yes, but feel it for a bit first," he slid back into his detached lecture mode. "Taste it. Wrap your senses around it so you will recognize it the next time you lock onto this substance." Okay," I said, with grandpa's thoughts echoing mine, and we did, trying to get a feel for what we had hold of. How do you describe that though? I didn't have anything to compare it to at the time, but later would describe this particular one. She smiled upward with quickly incited desire at the sparkling-eyed girl, tenderly... needingly, taking her slender hand and brushing her soft cheek with it. "I... I love that thought, Carol darling! I really love it!" she throatily whispered.The supple, raven-haired Carol, felt a shiver of delight ripple upward along her spine. God... should she? Should she... ! At what cost... ? Yet, she heard herself say, "Beautiful, Baby... I'm disgusted with the thought of eating, too! Let the damned.