I felt guilty for feeling that way, but somehow it felt natural. I wanted him, but knew I could never have him. I knew he wasn't gay, and would neve... entertain such an idea, even in the guise of experimentation. I felt the stress coming back.I stood up, and started to strip. This time we both noticed. Nothing flopped out. Not even a shriveled up cold little dick. Under my Speedo's was just a flat patch of pubic hair. I naturally reached down to examine the area more thoroughly. As I. "So, what next?" she asked five minutes later, as we were waiting for a green light. "Got any more ideas for things to do up your sleeve?"I raised my bare arms. "No sleeves, so that's out." Do you have any idea how old that joke is?" Okay, okay." As she turned to look at me, I put on my best lascivious face. "I want what any guy wants at three in the morning." Let me guess: breakfast?" Aw, you stole my line. Did you watch the movie, or just remembered the trailer?" Both, actually. A little too. I was startled but couldn't stop pissing.Beth entered and closed the door without taking her eyes from my streaming cock. "Ummm, just what I need to warm me up on a cold winter night, a nice hot cock," Beth said in a low but excited voice as she knew my wife was asleep in the next room. "Hurry up and finish so I can sit down. I've got to piss like a race horse," she said as she locked both doors and walked over to me."Let me see it," she said as she took hold of my cock pushing my hand off it. She was working each of my nipples, swirling her tongue around them and sucking each one into her hot mouth. She brought her head up and kissed me hard. She was exploring my mouth with her tongue, pressing herself into me in one of the most passionate kisses I had ever had. I glanced up and saw that my husband had walked into the room. He was naked from the shower and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Susie and I on the bed kissing each other hungrily. I stopped kissing Susie and told my.