I said yes and she kissed my cheek and took off. I arrived at Steph's work at ten to eleven, and at five after, she walked out with a bunch of others... and as the group dispersed, I realized she was walking with another girl. Steph got in and her friend hopped in the back. She was younger, maybe late teens, early twenties at the most, and had pink hair, piercings, tats, and was dressed punk rock! She was tiny, had a nice little ass, and from what I could see maybe a-cup titties. Steph. Me feet, warm and high off the floor, angled to cause discomfort but not pain. I was in awe. Stroking my attentive cock I felt good, I felt weak at the knees at a look in the mirror that made me swoon. Then it happened. Not a climax, not a rush, not something I could have ever seen coming. The front door opened."Hi Kevin" shouted Steph.The words seemed to send a shiver deep throughout my soul. All the blood that was flowing so warm, suddenly seemed to turn to ice. My radiated face turned pale. Alan said that Jamal had the biggest cock he’d ever seen. “I bet he’d make you eyes water!” said Alan. “He’d have you on your knees begging for more.” Little did Alan know just how prophetic he was.Alan had often said how much he’d like to see me being fucked by another man. I’d never thought he was serious before and always laughed it off. Even though he never said, I think he was envisioning me fucking Jamal. However, when Alan said. How long, I wonder, until the surgeons give the go-ahead for these two beautiful souls to reunite again in body? How long has it been since they last made love? I scold myself now again for considering such paltry queries in the chaste glow of this profound miracle: one I’ve been blessed to witness at the bedside of a genial total stranger and his gracious accommodating wife. A pallid young woman toting a cartload of complicated looking apparatus stops just outside Vic’s open doorway. She is.