The door to the dinning room is closed so Lynn goes out to the kitchen and sees the tray on the work surface loaded with tureens, she looks inside one... it contains prawn chow mein and it smells delicious, she picks up the tray and walks out of the kitchen, the dinning room door is closed but not fully shut so she kicks it open, while standing in the doorway Lynn can see her husband seated at the dinning table, his mouth falls open at the sight of her and she smiles back at him." my god you. I dont mean when we pulled our knicker elastic out to let boys see what ours looked like, so we could look at theirs, no I mean when older men asked for those rights and took their's out, in all their splendor, hard, rippled with bulging veins, and dripping a dew drop from the circumcised head.I sat with my girlfriend at her house, we had been given alcohol by her father and watched some porn, we felt like adults, so when he supposedly excused himself to go to bed, only to walk back in ten. I whipped out my dick and started stroking happily not wanting to sit as could feel there was dried cum all over the floor...and everywhere else. Then I heard someone open and close the booth next to mine. Then I heard the coins drop and the light that subsequently spilled from his screen revealed that there was a hole between our rooms. My immediate reaction was to hide my leaking wet dick, but I had to look. Sure enough there was a middle aged white man in there pulling a thick semi hard cock. It was a cowardly thing to do, but I figured I would end up living a real-life physics experiment, if I stayed sitting across the table from an elegant blonde. (If you get my drift…) So I packed up my stuff, and proceeded to return the borrowed books to their proper location. When I had returned, she was gone. Not that I was overly upset about this concept, but I didn’t want her to think that I was giving the cold-shoulder. I picked up my books and continued out the front door. I didn’t.