But why are you telling me about his cock?”I replied, “I haven’t thought it all through, although I was thinking that if we began to fantasize a...out you fucking a man with a big cock, then maybe that would spice up our love life. I could even go by Mike’s shop again and tell him that I wanted to take him up on his offer of getting some pictures of his cock and balls. I might even tell him that I wanted to show them to you. I remember him being so arrogant in high school, and the rumor was that. I was making things up about Shirley Collins lifeas I went along. I also decided I didn't really like to be called Shirley.Oh well, I'll just half to be one of those I'm Shirley but my friendscalled me Sheila gals.As the long flight into the night continued, I noticed he was just lookingat my tits without saying a word. I broke the silence and said, "Wilson, if you would excuse me I need touse the lavatory" He replied, "Of Course" Then I smiled wickedly and said, "I know what you are. Put it in, Graham. Fuck me."***It was an all-too-brief moment as I tried to suck up the experience, to hold each detail in my mind as I savoured the instant before my cock penetrated the lovely girl. Zoe's face was a mask of anxious anticipation as she looked back at me, her sex offered in what I realised was the last opportunity of my life. Her mouth hung slack, eyes oddly dull and somehow lifeless, glazed with whatever emotions surged inside her at the time. To me, her body was a work of art,. Sometimes she's worn hose or tights or whatever but today her long, muscular legs were bare.I've always been a leg-man. Sure, I like to admire the whole package but I always start by looking at the legs and hers are gorgeous. Apart from a little group of freckles on her left shoulder, her skin is flawless – unmarred by unsightly tattoos. Today's outfit showed off her long legs and clear skin wonderfully.By this time, she'd made it to the front of the line and I watched as she chatted cheerfully.