The size of the cock and balls and the amount of come issued are really not proportionate. He was well hung, and his balls hung low, but he didn't act...ally produce a lot of sperm. In the weeks and months that ensued I would encourage her to go have her nights out at the club and enjoy whatever came her way. Since she was such a fox, she had no problems finding and fucking whomever she wanted for the evening. Faithfully, she would come home, her pussy full of fresh cum, and tell me the details. ”I looked at him solemnly, “I’m falling for you, Matt.”“Excellent.”A positive response, but not exactly the reinforcement that ... oh well.Fuck.I was back home, back in my beloved Kansas City. Walker was still ga-ga over my Dutch Boy Bob. And what’s resided below it, of course.Matt texted me on that Samsung from Craigslist. “Pay phone.”I rode down courtesy of Nature Boy and Edwina. He was erect again, more common these days than not. These nights, I guess. It was a little after eleven. Midnight. “What’s it been now, five months?” Today was July 17 and I quickly did the calculation. “Yep, just over five months since you walked into the bar and my life.” “Hmmm,” she said. “Well, I’m thinking if we’re to carry on this relationship, there’s something we need to know.” I frowned, my hands gripping her waist as she gently thrust her groin into my growing hardness. “What would that be?” I asked. Gaynor studied my face, pecked my lips softly, and looked again into my eyes. “I can feel that you. All cautions of my husband finding us left our minds once we were joined together. There were many times when I heard my husband get out of bed while I was fucking our son, and I invited the chance of him catching us. But he was either oblivious or didn’t care because he never came and interrupted us. Soon, I had pushed all thoughts of the man that I had married out of my mind. The more I ignored him the longer he’d stay away from the house. I figured that I had gotten my revenge. He might not.