" Yeah," she said soothingly. "You did. You tried to make me feel less scared. Remember?"Simon closed his eyes and for a split second she feared he'd ...one back to his catatonia.He opened them again."Yeah," he mumbled. "What're you ... doing, here?"She couldn't say she had been hungry, and had just wandered across him. She had forgotten."I want to help you." she said, instead. "Come with me."His eyes narrowed. "Where?" My room. There's a shower, and a bed, and I can probably find you some. "Sure." He leans back on a pack, stretches out. It's arched and beginning to thicken more. Susan's' finger tips brush it, a shy stroke that is none the less sensual for all it's lightness."Tony's got a really big cock, honey. Men come in all different sizes." Peggy commented."Are bigger one's better?" Tony laughs, waiting to hear Peggy answer that one."Susan, what a question! It's like are big breasts better than small ones. Some women like them big. I like smaller ones. I'm small myself.". He shrugged, "Nope. You know me, not much on the lyricalfront. You got anything in mind?"I sat and thought, "I might have. You keep playing it overand over and I?ll see if anything comes to me." He didn?thave to be asked twice. I sat down with a pen and blankpiece of paper. A vague concept had been floating around inmy head. It had sort of been there over the last few weeksbut never materialised. I closed my eyes and tried to focusmy mind. The idea had been sparked off by going home to myfamily. His sweat started to drip onto my face. God I loved it. I could still taste his pre-cum and smell his scent. His eyes were closed when he was starting to pound my wife’s ass. He moved his hand to start grabbing her wonderful tits. She screamed with joy. “Squeeze those fun bags Peter.” He squeezed harder. She screamed harder, “Now fuck my ass good Pete.” He looked down at me and smiled. “Yeah, you like my cock in there don’t you?” I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or her. “You like this Huge.