This could prove to be troublesome to my concept of a relationship but the future wasn't really in the forefront of my mind. I set the rear view mirr...r to focus on the lower part of her body, her legs in particular. I could barely keep my eyes from stealing to her smooth, long and silky legs erotically crossed sitting aristocratically in the rear seat of my car. At one point I had taken my eyes off the road and had to swerve slightly to stay in my lane. My thoughts were completely centered. For a moment I wondered if I could handle that situation. I quickly realized that I could not only handle it, I was eager to experience it. I closed my eyes and imagined sitting in my den pretending to watch a hockey game on television while I listened to the bed creak in Tricia's old room next door. Knowing that the bed was creaking because another man was fucking Jeanne would be unbelievably exciting. But then I wondered if Jeanne would be able to handle it. Would she want me there or would. He darted off and within half a minute had found one, So he measured his cock first - not the most impressive, but you know, we were young. He measured in at three and a half inches, and me - well, I am big and, unlike most British guys, cut (which I think looks nicer and feels nicer). I came in at six and a half inches (I'm now 8 and a bit, go me). And then we measured each others cocks. This was the first time I had ever had a hand on my hard cock, He ran the tape measure up against it and I. This man who was still fully clothed and who I had only just met. I couldn’t believe how erotic this felt. To be so exposed. To have this man I didn’t know so close to my sex. So close that he would be able too see my pussy’s glistening wetness. So close he would be able to smell my womanhood. I closed my eyes and, for some time, just let him look, even though my cunt was aching for him to touch me again. He told me that I had a beautiful vagina, something that no one had ever said to me.