“I wanted to know how big he was, and if he was really that hard,” she replied.“I can’t believe you were fondling another man’s dick in our ...ouse!” I screamed.“It was only for a second. It’s not like I made him cum,” she replied.“Didn’t make him cum yet, you mean? Who knows what would have happened if I hadn't interrupted you,” I said.“Nothing, I swear! It’s not going to happen again. Just go back upstairs to bed,” she explained.“Yeah sure, you sounded way too excited about how hard his dick. The old dog seen to, and wet clothes shed, his damp gun dried and oiled, they sat to drink tea once more. By mutual agreement they decided to have beans on toast rather than the as yet un-started roast, that could wait till tomorrow. They ate in silence, both knowing without words, what was to come. Silently, the food over, she cleared the table, the big old six-legged farmhouse table, centre of the family for years, big and solid, in fact, way too big to get out of the kitchen now the rebuild. There, walking briskly through the third floor of the parking lot, she had felt the tears coming. By the time she reached her beloved Honda, she was sobbing and had trouble getting the key into the lock. Finally within the relative safety of her car, she broke down completely, surrendering. Some time later, she turned the ignition and started towards the exit. The radio, which is always on in Tricia’s car, didn’t come on. She looked at it puzzled, but before what was wrong dawned on her, she. She took a moment to take it the sight of my manhood. As she did, I reached down and unbuttoned the bottom few buttons of my dress shirt and pull them aside to reveal a tone and well-defined torso. I swam everyday during the summer and kept my diet extremely healthy, it showed in the V-shaped lines on my belly that naturally led the gaze down to my now very prominent manhood. Like Sam, I had neatly groomed myself down there before our date. I shaved my shaft and balls and gave the pubes a nice.