He lived 4 hours away, wasvery married, and had never been with anyone except his wife who'd beena high school sweetheart. And he'd never had a blowjo..., or anythingexcept missionary position sex for that matter, before he'd met me. Hewas a very large guy who was comfortable being out in public with mesince he was so far from his home grounds and had an extremely largecock - about 8" long and thick with a pronounced mushroom head.For the last few weeks we'd been corresponding continuously, and. We were perfectly happy and then there was an incident which was not between us and we never even had a chance to talk after that. For a reason that I did not understand at the time, Keith unfriended me and everyone from Hanover from Facebook. I sulked the rest of the summer and half my sophomore year before coming out of my funk. Eventually I got on with my life but I had lost my innocence and my relationship with my parents were never the same. When I was senior I tried to friend Keith on. He asked me to explain what my wife did and how it all came about, so over a few beers I told him. He said I would love my wife to do something like that, I would like other men to see her naked. I wouldn't mind seeing her naked she looked pretty good for a woman that had two c***dren, any man would be happy to watch her in a bikini. A few nights later I was watching videos on here of people who had been videoed secretly while in bed or the shower or the front yard, the ones with a few. I left the house with both my parents locked in each others embrace and made my way to school, the imagery of my Daddies cock doing it's business, fixed in my mind, and as I sat down next to a dirt looking man, I wondered how he would react to my girlish pondering. We sat at the back of the carriage and as the train filled to capacity and beyond, I was happy to put up with his nudging and pressing, but to counteract it I pulled my iPad out and popped in my ear-buds, now I could be oblivious to.