There was nothing pretty about it. My big, purplish knob was actually wider than most of my shaft, a shiny, swelling bulb. A continuous trickle of pre...seminal lubricant was leaking from its tip. It bobbed and weaved, giving the appearance of some relentless beast, some primitive intelligence seeking its prey, and, after a fashion, I suppose that is exactly what it was.The shaft was knotted and veined, and slightly crooked. And it was large: I've heard many men claim eight inches, but I suspect. Rog was larger and longer than Walt so that made it all the more pleasurable. With all the drink we all had it was going to be a long session but with my feeling it could go on all night as far as I was concerned. I would play along with their game and have the erotic pleasure. Walt had moved to the other side of the bed and he was watching very closely all that was going on and masturbating. It was the first time that I had a man other than Walt since our marriage and I was enjoying it to. Her mind along with the rest could not grasp that idea. I walked forward and she shuffled back till she hit the wall. I took her arm and pulled her to me. "I will protect you."The words seemed to sink in and a small amount of clarity came into her mind. She came to the decision that the only one that would protect her was her husband. Her thought processes came to the conclusion that I would take her for my woman.I looked at her again. She was a beautiful Tandra woman. Just as beautiful as. Definitely posed, but clearly just playing around, not a professional model. The bikini was pretty small, but she was very skinny, too. You could see tan-lines near the edges of the bikini, showing that she had maybe recently moved to the more revealing one. Sophia sighed - she herself had zero tan-lines. She had some good bikinis, though, including one cut very similarly to the green one in the picture.The second picture had more potential for a perfect parallel on her part. There were two.