She was hoping to have sex with John that evening. Usually they did on Saturdays. However, the event would probably tire him, so she'd have to wait un...il the following Saturday.She found herself so frustrated with John sometimes. They married right out of high school, shortly before she gave birth to Eddie. He's the only man she had ever been with. Sex with John has always been predictable - missionary position, him on top huffing and puffing for a few minutes while wearing a condom, then it. He looked at the guy behind the wheel and he wasn't real big; thin, well tanned with a bushy mustache. His short cropped hair was just turning grey. "Man, you have some big hands there. I bet you have a big dick too." "It's big enough I guess." Art wondered where the comment came from, but the alcohol in his brain missed the nuance of its meaning. "I bet your wife likes it. Too bad most wives won't suck cock." "Yeah, mine won't. She thinks it's nasty." "She wont suck it ever?" "Just on my. In fact, it looked like there weren't that many women to hit on left.Then he saw Sharon. Sharon was kind of on the big side. Okay, more than kind of. She wasn't fat fat, but she was broad across, and she was stocky, and she had a kind of nerd-girl thing going, with pulled-back hair and black retro hornrims, which was appropriate because she was obviously smart as hell, to judge by meetings he'd been in with her. Martin didn't exactly go for the BBW type, but he didn't exactly not go for Sharon,. ‘I’m not sure. What if it bites me?’ ‘I got him Jayna, you don’t have to afraid. I promise it will be fine’ he said as he looked me right in the eyes. I took a cautious step forward and stuck my hand out. My fingers ran lightly from its head to near its tail and it was very smooth. I went to retrace my steps and it felt rough like sand paper, I thought that was odd. Shortly after I lost interest in it so he threw it back in the water and picked me up and spun me around, ‘Jayna do you know how.