I undressed him. When I kneeled down to pull off his jeans and boxers, his dick nearly took my eye out, it was that long and hard.“Kneeling in front...of him, with his dick barely an inch from my face, I asked him if he would like me to suck it for him. He nodded. Of course he did. Every man wants me to suck his dick. I can see it in their eyes when they look at me. I see it in yours. ‘Maybe later’, I said. ‘First, I want to watch you play with yourself while you watch me play’, I said, and sat. I mean it too. Other than that, the only thing I have ever done with a man is suck his cock. I think there have been 6 men. No, make that 7 different guys after last Friday night.He listened intently to Miranda as she told him about good old Jenkins and now Jims cock was throbbing again. The front of his jeans tented out like a stake. He sighed, taking a deep breath. Then he told Miranda matter of factly. Honey, that tight little cunt you have under that itty bitty bikini bottom will stretch to. There was never even a hint of nipples so she was wearing a bra under those dresses as well. Paul, on the other hand, always wore tight dress Jeans and shirts that showed off his body builder’s physique. My eyes always kept drifting to his bulging crotch as my husband droned on about sin, hell, and the need to come to God today. From the size of that bulge, I knew that he had to be hung like a horse. Paul caught me looking at his bulging crotch the first time I looked and smiled deeply into my. "Anger Management"Interior: typical home foyer. Early evening, just after work and before dinner.She arrives home before he does. She is still in her work clothes, sorting through the day's mail. She's wearing a modest blouse, skirt, pantyhose and comfortable heels.He enters, a scowl on his face, and tosses his keys in the bowl beside the door with a little too much enthusiasm."Careful, sweetheart." she says, lifting an eyebrow. "Why the foul mood?"His face softens a bit. "Damn, I'm glad.