Cris crossed with veins and dripping a stream of pre-cum. He was even bigger than I remember. Michael was some kind of freak of nature. No other man c...uld be hung as big as him. He reached down and began to stroke it. Smearing pre-cum from the tip of his head along his shaft all the way down to his balls. HIS BALLS! How did I not notice them before? There were huge, as big as golf balls. 'He must shoot a load like a fucking horse.' I thought.He began to stroke his big cock faster and faster. He. I nervously picked up and looked at a few things while trying to think about what to say to her. From behind, I heard the clicks of approaching shoes and a friendly female voice. “How may I help you? Looking for anything in particular?” It’s her. Swallow, take a breath. “Just looking for a little something for my wife,” I reply. “Nothing too expensive.” “Let’s see what we can find that she would like,” she says with that smile and a finger on her chin. “I was here over the weekend and this. Breaking out of the reverie, I realized people were talking. Encouraging me to start. They were all watching. Mick and Peter. And Mrs Evans - my schoolteacher, the wife of the man I was about to fuck. Even Dave. He had turned to look at me. "Fuck me, Ben" he said. "I want your cock. Fuck me. Give it to me."I leaned back slightly so that I could aim my hard penis at his waiting hole. As I pushed the head gently into his ass, he groaned and then pushed himself back against me. My hard cock went. Sharon told me to sit down and kick back and relax awhile. I sat in the lawn chair and enjoyed watching Kristin cooking, wearing just an apron and panties. Sharon was laying back on the lawn chase with her shirt open and breasts exposed, absorbing the warmth of the sun. It was like a little piece of heaven.* * *A few minutes later, Nicki came strolling on to the deck. She had her towel wrapped around her waist, but her tiny, still developing breasts were enjoying the sun's warmth also."Hi.