I was 18yo 5'6 tall short dark hair with a slim toned and hairless body and looking at old photos I guess I looked at least 3yrs younger than I was an... quite a bit like the Olympic diver tom daley.I was still a virgin it seemed like all my friends were getting some while I just wanked off to porn mags about twice a day(no internet back then!!!), I was waiting in a town centre pub my mates were late and I hadn't brought a drink as I had no id with me when the landlord who had giving me dirty. He defied the small penis stereotypes and cliches about cuckolds, wittols, etc. I mean, they could pretend that his cock was tiny, but it wasn’t. Just thin, that was all.“Of course, dear husband. I want to know what interests my sweet hubby. I want to see what all fantasies we can safely consider with an open mind ... to roleplay, that is. Imagine how hot it can get us in bed, you pretending to be another man, even imagining that you’re Simon.“We can even pretend that I’m Angelica or Jessica. Peter was only twenty minutes late. He had managed to wrinkle and misbutton his new shirt. New York's finest had a web wrapped gift waiting for them. He ran his hand through his recently neat hair. He had forgotten the flowers. Liz greeted him with a smile and a kiss. Her purple dress hugged from the swell of her breasts to the tips of her thighs. Peter's tongue nearly collided with his shoes."C'mon Petey," Liz led him by the hand towards the elevator. "You have all night to drool over me. I. We aren’t in bed. He wants pleasure but I don’t think he wants to go all the way. Should I suck him off? Should I swallow if he cums?David solved the problem for her by producing a linen handkerchief and saying, “use that to catch it.”She started to rub much faster, as she had seen her husband do when he was sneering at her and wanted to spurt all over her. Fairly soon she felt the prick in her hand jumping and twitching as it filled the handkerchief.“Thank you,” David said, thinking, Well that.