The social life had always been limited to a few weekend parties, a rare evening out with the one couple they were close to. Jerry was a large man, ev...n larger than Carl, also working in construction. He was just two years younger than Carl. His wife Patrice was a extremely pretty gal, long flowing reddish brown hair, full busted with a sexy sway back and a round bottom that could be called booty. They all called her Pat, or Patty sometimes. Most of the time she was dressed in rather skimpy. 'He' finds his way in without further help. Just the knob, pressing your lips, as he knocks, wanting to enter. I feel you hold yourself open for me and him and press a little further forward. The knob of my red angry cock is engulfed as, without stopping, I feed you his whole length. You’ve held him before, you know his size, you know that when you wrap two hands round his shaft there is still more left. You know the size I’m blessed with and you love every last millimetre. I watch your face. My hands met the changing room bench. She admired my ass for a few seconds, and then reached around and pinched my nipples very hard. Her one hand moved to my panties and she rubbed my slit over my panties. My panties were absolutely soaked now and she even commented so. Next thing I knew she slid my panties off, and guided them to the floor. As I stepped out of them, she grabbed my one leg and guided me so that my legs were spread wide open. She had a full view of my ass and pussy. Suddenly,. No doubt the reverse because any other guy would have probably repulsed me, but this was Danny - a very special guy and just looking at him like that made me instinctively sink to my knees, him joking even then that he was no God, that I didn't have to go down on my knees to him. This moment had taken time to arrange via our warm conversations in the Utopia chat room. The reason being that I had formerly arranged to meet guys who seemed really keen but never turned up. It seemed to me they just.