”Tentatively, I let them slide open.And my heart launches into jumping jacks.“Whatcha think?” you say, spinning around in a circle. “You’re ...ne lucky bastard. Those playboy bitches wish they had a body like this.”I’m stupefied. Dumbfounded. Confused. Not so much by the fact that I can see, or that we’re floating in a void of empty space, but by your shock of intricate silver hair and the highways of veins and arteries pumping neon blue blood just beneath sleek, obsidian skin.“You… you.”“Yes,. I mean, I had looked quickly in gym class in the showers at my friends’ cocks, but I had never just stared at them like I did with the pictures. After about ten minutes my friend stood up and looked out of his window, I guess to make sure no one was parked in the drive way for lunch. When he turned around from the window, he had opened his zipper and I noticed the head and part of his dick was sticking out of his pants. His cock was same color as his skin..so brown and smooth. I tried to not. Once more, she shook her head. The hands moved more insistently. He spoke to her again. She didn't respond. The hands pressed her mound hard against his erection. He said something. Again, no response. His hands moved lower... onto her thighs... then in between. He whispered something.I saw my wife's eyes close, her tongue licking her top lip. He spoke to her again. This time she nodded. He released his hold on her momentarily so she could move back enough to get her fingers into the bodice of. As he drove down the driveway he hit the door control again and closed the garage door. As he drove into the city he formulated a plan of action. Sarah seemed like a nice person who needed just a little help. He was glad that he was in a position to give her the help she needed. From what she had told him, her situation was not of her making. She now had to pay for the actions of her ex-husband. Ed felt that her main problem was that she was a little too trusting and people took advantage of.