Soft, his shaft shrunk back on itself, resting on the pillow of histesticles and flopped over to the side. Even as pleasing to my eye as it was, it wa... nowhere near as arousing as the sight of him erect. It was such a huge difference in the look of a man, I thought ... soft, a cock was justa dangly piece of flesh one used to piss. Hard, it exuded strength and force. It was no wonder ancient peoples raised phallic standing stones. Some would say it was the patriarchal authority asserting. !"Jean said: "Mark, when will you be home?"He bent and kissed her, then, in a soft voice: "Damnit, I don't know, Baby. I was hoping that this accidental shooting would halt these liquor-crazed men... but instead, it's just fired them more! They're claiming if it wasn't for the wild pack, Abe Reynolds would never've been shot! They're like a bunch of animals out there... and I've got to do everything I can to keep them from going into those hills... !" Mark, please?" his luscious, blonde wife. We’ll play tennis and eat later, sound good?”It was good, although after two sets that afternoon in heat that was relentless I was ready to give up. Natalia seemed as though she was just getting started, and Alberto Luís and his wife were playing steadily. We’d each won a set. There was no help for it, we had one more to play.The maid had brought out lemonade when we finished the second set and we all sat in the shade for a bit to catch up. Natalia had an evil smile.“This is it, you two. Young. Mark nodded, "That's great. Yeah I'm actually here for about a week as well, but the wife hates it when I'm gone for this long." I glanced down at his hand, noticing his wedding ring for the first time. The conversation turned to home life, and we learned that he and his wife had been together for twenty years already, marrying relatively young. We discussed our k**s, his k**s, and a great many other things. It was clear that we both got on very well with Mark, but it was getting late - and we.