"Yourtesticles are just too big and heavy..." She smiled sympathetically.Try as he might, the sight of her large, tightly clad breasts,the feel of her...hands lifting his heavy nuts... his penis reached full erectionin no time. "You poor thing..." was all she said, calmly holdinghis penis away from his sack.... "You've let your big balls get way toofull..." she said softly and hefted his balls as if measuring their weight.He groaned with embarrassment - the drug in his drink kept him docile. And the shifts in reality allowed him to include poetry in the text and playwriting. It was by far the most difficult of his novels to read. Which made it only graze the top of the bestsellers briefly. But also made it a book that would continue to be bought over the years. And studied. It also made it available to receive the National Book Award.His magnum opus. The one closest to it as the major work of a writer and in similarity to it was probably Proust’s In Search of Lost Time. Like it,. We danced for a few more songs after that conversation. The dancing became intense and physical, I could feel his cock was ready to explode through his clothes, I was pretty wet from feeling the bulge and feeling his hands grabbing at my ass and tits during that last few songs. The club lights came on and the music stopped, we wandered back to our table where my husband was sitting. I knew my husband was getting horny watching us out there but he pretended he didn’t see a thing.George walked. Both Tony and my wife both turned their heads and looked at us. Marissa rolled onto her stomach while Tony began rubbing lotion onto her lower back. “Hai un culo fantastico,” I heard him say.“Hey Tony,” I complained, “enough Italian okay?”“Sorry Brad,” he replied with a grin, “I just told your wife that she has a nice ass.”I watched as he leaned his head down and kissed her left butt cheek. It was something that I did all of the time and I felt a proprietary jealousy stir as he sucked on her.