You touch the huge head with your fingers and my cock rears stiffening at your touch. “Its so big… so thick” you mutter. “Take it in your hand...�� Hold it” I whisper to you. Hesitantly your small fingers try to wrap around the thick shaft. You squeeze my cock and find it to be rock hard. By this time your husband is next to you. He reaches out and touches my cock. “Man you are hung like horse” he repeats. He places a hand on your shoulder and pushes you down firmly making you kneel before my. "Early, I know you loved that David Niven movie, and the truth is, that after a bit my competitive juices kicked in just to see if I could pull the whole thing off. I intended to meet you on the quay and say something like 'since I was in the neighborhood, ' but that float plane... I thought it was cool for about a hundred feet during take-off, but if it had taken another second to get into the air I would have aborted the whole thing. I actually wet my pants when we landed. I just barely had. She rolled her head and looked into the camera’s lens. It was then that I noticed the glaze in her eyes. She had been heavily drugged.She stood up and slipped into a pair of black thong panties and hooked up her bra. The couple went to shower while our boss dressed. That’s where the tape ended.III.“Did she ever love me? Was I simply a foolish old cuckold?”Seeking answers to my many questions, I opened the most recent diary.I traced her feelings about me from the time we met to the night before. I explicitly made known my delight in being so inspected, as I kept staring straight into her eyes, which occasionally met my gaze, before returning to study the front of my body. The boys back in Sydney, had suggested to me to go "brazilian", as I had very little body hair anyway, and they liked that I looked more of a virginal twink, hairless and circumcised. It had become obvious that June felt that way too."Turn around for me," she commanded. I felt her eyes fixated on my back, before I.