Her arm was round my waist or on my shoulders a lot. She stank of Dior Sauvage, one of my favourites. My first wife liked it too. To add to the mood a...pearance I snuck my arm round her waist and top of her butt below her waist band feeling for the top edge of knickers or thong. Non detected so far.The women not on the programme had either run a mile when discreetly approached, on the basis of - 1) no fucking way, don’t fancy him at all, 2) I’ve got too much to lose 3) politely declined no. "I loved it the first time you ever kissed me." You have no idea how glad I am about that," he said."You're still hard," she said, reaching for his penis. "You want me to take care of that?" Yes ... and no," he said. "This has been like a dream. I'm not so sure I want to wake up." Thank you," she said, kissing his chin."I should probably go," he said."You should," she agreed."You don't have to be so agreeable," he complained. His smile showed he didn't really mean it."You're a very dangerous. . still lying there, breathing very slowly but perceptibly taking in air.But what was he?It took me a while, and more than a few false starts, to reach the only rational conclusion. He certainly wasn't a creature of this world, I was no naturalist but I knew enough for that. This was a true alien, an E.T.—an extraterrestrial, a being from another world entirely. That was an awful lot to swallow, and it was a long time before I could gulp the thought down.Once I got that far, however, I could. Father Fred took a sharp intake of breath as Bob first touched the rim of the anus. It was all brown, not with poo but the natural colour. Bob was very gentle and Fred’s breathing seemed very shallow.He turned round and presented us with his enormous pink penis and his balls were hanging down. The glans were dark red and there were dark blue veins running down the shaft, one in particular stood out.“Wow it seems bigger now than ever before!” we said together.We both soaped our hands and started.