There are good things and bad things about having a big dick (yes, really, there ARE disadvantages despite what you've thought.). In the realm of sex,...mostly it's good things. In the area of personality, though, it took some time to work through things. Let's start with women. Just having a big dick didn't automatically take away my nervousness or my hesitancy around them. Asking one on a date was still agonizing for a long time -- that fear of rejection is a powerful b**st! I got over that. Mr. Richards was standing inside his door when she entered the foyer—he always seemed to be there to see her come in even though he didn’t want to talk to her when she did. ‘I almost tripped on the stair again, Mr. Richards. We really must do something about that. And about the roof too—they say we’re expecting some heavy rains next week.’ ‘Do what you want about it, young lady. I don’t have money for such as that. Your aunt, Marie, she never—’ ‘I’m sure she didn’t, Mr. Richards. That’s why—’. One of my fetishes was bare skin. I loved to see it, touch it, feel it, caress it and even put it in my mouth. There was more than enough here to satisfy all of my urges.A couple of things stood out in my mind. The first was that the women outnumbered the men almost two to one. The second was the ages of the people there. The women ran the gamut from the young hot bodies in their 20s, to the far more mature seniors in their '60s, while the men were almost all bracketed between their early 40s. It was also apparent that the slightest breeze, or certain regular movements, might result in my tits becoming fully exposed.Below that was a pair of ultra-low-rise denim booty shorts. Its one-inch wide waistband was tapered in a “V” from my hips to about an inch or two above my pussy. Two buttons went down from that point to the in-seam that would typically cover from my pussy to the waistband in the back. It exposed all of my tan legs and hips, midsection, and most of my bubble butt.But the.