I pulled his pants & boxers off and got the surprise of my life. He was huge, and fully shaved……..and huge. I had never been with a guy with anyth...ng more than an average sized cock and I was swept with a flashing moment of concern that I wouldn’t be able to take it. Which was just as quickly replaced by the thought that I was going to take it and my pulse raced with excitement. He expertly tugged my skirt down in one quick motion leaving me in my tiny thong. He leaned up and kissed my stomach. I’d been contemplating the style inclinations of men who match Jerusalem Cruisers with socks as Mr Parslow keenly set up his amateur photo studio around me. ‘He’s got a thing for feet,’ Mrs Parlsow explained, perhaps noticing my fascination with her husband’s eccentric choice of footwear. ‘It’s true. I can’t deny it,’ Mr Parslow acknowledged, holding his hands up in faux defence, ‘You’ve no idea the agony I went through in deciding whether to cum on your face or between those pretty little. I asked Charlie to arrange a meeting with Ben Metzler. We hadn’t met yet, and since there was a lot riding on his solar panel, I thought it was important. My sister was happy to oblige, and we agreed to get together on a Tuesday, the week after Vannie had returned home. It was a ten am meeting, and if it was convenient, we would have lunch at a nice restaurant near our office. I also had begun to look for an apartment. Our office was on the edge of Chinatown, and there were a number of condos. “I actually have two brothers. The one that called today is not welcome with me. He knows that. He tricked you into giving him my work number. Don’t feel bad about it. Once upon a time, he tricked me too. That’s why he’s not allowed to be part of my life anymore. Was he the only one that’s been looking for me?”“Your sister arrived here about an hour ago,” she told me, starting to look alarmed that she may have done something wrong.I nodded. I KNEW that Mary hadn’t been to Austin. The kids were.