Dickie appeared to have a perpetual smile on his face no matter what was said or what he was engaged in doing. On the other hand, John-boy seemed to f...own an awful lot and would often subconsciously let his hand drop into his lap and started playing with his dreadfully huge pecker like it was a toy that was all his own. Linda found she was overly drawn to watching him fondle his cock because all she could think was how it could all possibly fit inside any of her openings when it was fully. “How?” I asked her. Trish reached up and kissed me, “I could help you experience the feeling of being cuckolded,” she said as she slowly stroked me. “I don’t actually mean go the whole way with it but take you as far as the edge, shall we say. You would know what it was like. The rest could be left for the imagination to write.” I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t think properly either. My cock was in her hand and she was masturbating me. How often had I read of this happening to other man,. "No, I'm not. That doesn't mean we don't have jerks in the frat. We do. But getting our younger members to grow up and fly right is part of the older guy's responsibilities. Obviously I wasn't doing my job when they were harassing you, and I'm sorry about that. So, we had a chat. It won't happen again."I could see different emotions passing over her face. Then she clenched her eyes closed for a moment, gathering herself."Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry ... it's just that I've never really seen. It was a Monday afternoon and I had just finished up mowing the grass and decided to walk to the lake that was two miles from my home,I filled my canteen with water grabbed my binoculars that I always took along for bird watching,as I approached I noticed that there was only one car parked in a small parking area about a hundred yards from the lake.I gazed down at the license plate noting that the county sticker at the bottom was from a county adjacent to mine.As I moved closer to the.