The very tip of one finger, the very tip of one cock.I tease myself from the outside in. Sometimes a thin sheet helps, an additional covering to numb ...he pulse. I rub, slowly but surely; sliding fingers down the sides of the solid shaft; tracing the familiar outline of the hardness.My cock isn't unusual, I don't think. It's soft over hard, stretchy skin covering a rigid shaft. It's almost flat when I'm on my back, and slightly curved towards my body. Its girth is an unknown. Small enough that I. At some point during the evening, I think after the second bottle of wine had come, Bob reached over to me, kissed me and I felt my zipper being lowered to my navel. As he pulled back, he said, “You know you want everyone to see them. Why else would you have unzipped it so far?” I started to zip it up and Bob snapped, “Don’t you fucking dare.” It had been months since I had heard that tone from him, so I let it stay way too far open and allowed everyone, and especially our young waiter to see. The janitors have gone home, sweetheart, it’s just you. And. Me.” he smirked at the little noise of protest she made as he pulled away, turning to look at him for some sort of explanation. “We have lots of time, don’t we?” He sat opposite her & rested his knees against hers perfectly, resting his palms gently on her bare thighs, letting her skirt fall back a little. She twitched under his fingers, a tiny indistinguishable noise coming from behind the cloth. “Where should we start, hm? Maybe I. Both guffawed when one of her large tits broke free and bounced about.When she made it to the porch, they looked at each other and Tim raised his hand up as Steve gave him a high-five.Putting the car in gear, Steve pulled away from the curb. “Oh my God! I can’t believe we fucked Josh’s mom.” He paused, then added, “Josh can never find out.”Tim let out a snort, “Yeah, right.”Steve looked over to his friend, who had a big shit eating grin, “Oh God, Tim. What did you do now?”Tim held up his left.