She hardly ever gets up this early. Before I could close the page, she get a good glance at what I’m looking at. I had just opened his li...e video and he was playing with his soft, small cock. I’m sure my wife saw it before I could close the page, but was hoping she didn’t. She said good morning to me and sat down across the room on the couch and got on her lap top like she usually does. Not saying a word about what I thought she saw had me believing may be she really didn’t. "Nick shrugged into a gray sports coat, smoothed out the wrinkles in his slacks and tugged his tie into place. For a minute, he almost felt like he was getting ready for a first date. Blossom had insisted they go someplace nice, and Arturo's was the best Italian restaurant in town. But it also had a strict dress code. He twisted his neck back and forth and stuck a finger underneath the collar. Darn shirts must be shrinking, he thought; they didn't used to be this tight.At 8 o'clock sharp he. She stared at the cover for a moment before she said, “Come on. I need that drink now.”I stripped and we went downstairs. We went to the kitchen, picked up the sandwiches and the drinks and moved out to the patio. We put our lunch and the Long Island ice tea on the table and I sat down. She stood looking down at me as I sat, comfortably naked. I heard awe in her voice when she said, “I never would have believed it.”We have spent several afternoons out here in the past. I’ve always worn my. It was shameful, and Professor Evans tried hard to make his member shrink again. He failed dismally, his organ swelling in direct proportion to his attempts to keep it down.Buttocks Girl giggled. “Now we’re getting somewhere,” she said, rubbing her hand over the front of Professor Evans’ trousers.“Good!” Metal Girl said, digging two fingers back into herself. “Wanna show us your cock, Pervy Evans? Get it out! Show us it!”“Look, this is totally…”“Get his knob out!” Metal Girl barked.“But… but…”.