She even showed me a photo of his penis.”I laughed, accidentally spitting coffee all over the table. “Sorry,” I chuckled. “Did he have a big o...e? Is that why you were acting all weird last night. Comparing him to me or something.”“Not quite,” Amy hesitated again. What was wrong with her? “He wasn’t huge, Laura said, but thick. But when she showed me the picture, it looked huge to me and I said so. She laughed at me and said he wasn’t huge. Probably around six inches.”“Okay,” I wiped up the. I couldn't give up now, after all I've gotten her to talk about it and even to look at another man's junk. One night I came in from work to an empty house. There was a note on the fridge that said she had gone shopping and would be home around eight. I grabbed a cold beer and turned on the laptop. The last entry in the memory was a picture of the guy with the longest cock. It was hanging down and completely soft yet it was a few inches longer than I am fully erect. My wife must have been. He pulled hard at her pussy-lips. His head bobbed on her cunt as she rocked her hips up and down.Then he drew his tongue out of her fuck-hole and raised his head."If we don't start fucking," he said, "I'm gonna come outside you."He wasn't exaggerating. His cock, stiff as a steel rod, had a drop of precum on the head.She said, "Let's use another position. Dogstyle." I never did it that way before," he said, "but I'll try." You'll have to handle me a lot." I'm sure I'll like it then."Rita turned. Woah, thanks!” She exclaimed.“You’re welcome. Take care of us tonight and I’ll get you taken care of.” I said, trying to regain my confidence.She nodded and walked away.Cassie and Candace were blowing through drinks at a rapid pace and Anna was making frequent trips to our table. I kept scanning the room, looking for interesting dancers and just generally people watching. Anna brought me a second beer and then a third. I eyed a dancer who walked up towards our booth. She was a curvy brunette.