It was so hard it was uncomfortable in my jeans. I shifted in the chair trying to reposition it, but it wasn't working. There was really only one opti...n, so I stretched out and unzipped my fly. Fire was smiling at me as I pulled my boxers open and my cock sprang free. When it did I watched her eyes go wide for a second.“Oh my god,” she said. “It's huge.”“Uh, thanks,” I replied, not knowing what else to say. “You are absolutely gorgeous.”“Thanks, sweetie. How long is that thing?”“I uh, I don't. “See?” he asked. He lied. His dick was bigger and fatter than my own.“Look buddy” I said to him. “If you’re trying to further humiliate me about my cock size, you’ve succeeded. Now lets drop the subject.” I demanded. “Just take me home”There was a little silence, and then he reached over to the glove compartment, and pulled out a tape measure that was amongst pens, paper etc, and began to attempt to measure his cock, but was having difficulty.“You’re not gonna give up, are you?” I asked trying. This put a dampener on the two of us because seeing as the house was Jon's,we would be evicted from our wonderful bedroom so he could use it!Another trip on the big yacht (I always thought a yacht had sails, but thiswas a motor yacht - well I am from inland!) was to Cape Cod National Seashorethen a picnic meal with food bought from the Blue Blinds Bakery in Plymouth,another heaven for Amy, Sophie and myself.The three of use were really getting close, Amy had forgotten her anger andannoyance. One time, in an emergency, I pretended I had a way to contact the Man of Steel in order to explain how he arrived to intervene in a situation that only I knew about. Since then, Lois calls me every time she thinks she needs Superman."Maybe," I sigh. "What's up?" There's something happening at a warehouse over on East Ninth," Lois says. "They're not saying much, but I think they've got a hostage situation." Well," I say, "I can try. But no promises." Okay, do what you can," Lois says. "I'm.