His very thick circumcised cock dangled between his legs, almost half way down his thigh, his bell end looked like a small ripe avocado and his balls ...ung down like something you would see in a farmers field.He stepped under the shower spray next to me and I couldn't keep my gaze off his cock. He looked down at it and then at me and asked me if I liked it. I nodded and he took hold of my hand and wrapped it around his cock. He turned off the water and told me I could stroke it if I liked, which. She let the bra fall to the the floor and feigned indifference as she buttoned her jeans. Brad was stretched out on the couch watching a baseball game. He muted the television, sat up and looked at her. He was reading between the lines of what she was saying, and thinking about what she had just done. “Let me guess. Jarrad had a couple of drinks too, and didn't want to take no for an answer.” Ashley lowered her eyes to the floor and nodded. “Something like that, although I'm not sure I. He parked across the street from my house. Rodger said we should sit and talk a while. I agreed but needed to tell my parents that I was home. Most of all I needed to get rid of these damn jeans. It took literally seconds to say hi to my dad and step mom, and change in to a skirt and halter top. I left the jeans and my wet panties in a heap on the bedroom floor, my sweat shirt and bra tossed on to my bed, and hurried back outside to the car, and Rodger.He had gotten in to the back seat while I. Pete and Melanie went to her room, though I could tell from the look on Pete’s face he wasn’t thrilled with sleeping with Melanie at her house. I chuckled inwardly because I had slept with Melanie here on several occasions and I was sleeping with Jennifer, though with Jennifer, sleeping wasn’t a euphemism for sex. Pete was the epitome of conservatism, at least socially, and that, ultimately, was what bugged Melanie. In the end, they’d reached some kind of accommodation, and that gave me hope.