He then, hastily, shucked off his pants and I could see his hard, extremely large length twitching slightly in his boxers. I bit my lip and looked him...in the eyes hungrily, and immediately I felt his body against mine, almost pinning me to the bed, his hot mouth kissing my neck. “Oh, John!” I moaned in surprise and pleasure, running my fingers through his hair and feeling his length pulse against my thigh. God, I wanted him so badly, and I inched my fingers down to his manhood, gently running. How I’d love them to see the state of the front of my trousers after a couple of hours perving in there.A couple of days a week are set aside for my wank-orgies. I might need a sick day or a day’s holiday to have a really nice time. Depending on which place I’m living in, I might be looking out the window of my wank-room as I slowly make my way through some of my recent mags, as well as my favourites, hoping to ogle girls walking down the street.When I had my special fence, I’d take a few boxes. He found her and two hours later the older woman said she was in love, age difference be damned. She wanted his contact information so she could invite him over to her place for more fun without waiting a whole week.When he told his sister on the drive home she was delighted for him. “I only fucked three guys today but each one spent a lot longer and it was really good. Don’t worry, brother of mine, I’m a long way from worn out and I hope you have recovered by the time we get home.”A month. A big dick. Robert said it was probably an illusion, or because of the hard work. But an extra inch and a half of meat between his thighs wasn’t something you could hide. Especially when it was always pumping between your legs. Or from behind.“Not today. Maybe tomorrow,” Deanna said.He was right next to her. She could smell him. Like a rough, callused cowboy. Her man.“Okay!” Robert said, cheerfully. He picked up his can. “What do you want to do to celebrate?”“Celebrate,” Deanna thought.Right..