That went on for quite a while until my wife pulled her breast out with the head of black cock pressed against her nipple. My wife stood up and took a...step back as more and more of the semi-rigid cock followed. Even hanging, bent down at an angle from the effects of gravity, it was nearly as long as my seven inches and freakishly thick! Just behind the head it ballooned out to at least twice its width. As I mentioned before, this was three weeks before my wife's twenty-third birthday. One. Then Adam walked me out of the hotel. I guess it was going to be okay because one of Sal’s bodyguards Tony was out in the hallway and he winked at us and nodded his head like it was okay for me to leave. Once we got downstairs I couldn’t get out of the hotel fast enough. Adam gave me a couple thousand dollars to hold me over for a while and told me that ‘I should get lost for a while.’ Then I told him that, ‘he shouldn’t try to contact me anymore and that I was thru with this lifestyle once. I reached again for the chalk hanging from the rope at the corner of the table, rubbed it over the tip of my cue a couple of times and lined up the shot knowing instinctively that the ball would go in. This was incredible, I looked at the red and knew exactly the spot I would have to hit it, looked at the white and somehow knew I would hit it with the right amount of pace and side to connect with another red at the back which would allow me to stay on the black at such an angle that I could. Tony led Jeannie to the dining room, where they found Roger waiting for them. “Jeannie, this is my friend, Roger Healey. Roger was on the space station with me when I made my sudden return to Earth. Roger, Jeannie.”Jeannie stuck her hand out, as Tony had told her was an appropriate greeting. Roger didn’t take it right away, though. He was staring at her and trying to not drool. “Wow! Do you have any sisters?”Jeannie didn’t understand and looked at Tony. He snorted and said, “Ignore him. You.