I don’t know about the size of his dick, but Phil had some balls. He walked up to within ten inches of Maureen Gaskill and just looked at her.“Are...you playing with us?” he asked.She smiled, not at all uncomfortable at his closeness.“Trust me, tiger. When I’m playing with you, you’ll know.”To say that our night at Kelsey’s was epic would not be too far from the truth. It certainly went down in the annals of the place.It started, of course, with the three stooges (and me) bringing two certified. “lets go back to the cabin.” he asked questioningly looking at his Uncle.Jess smiled and looked at me... “Is that ok with you?”I nodded unable to form words.I am sure by now they both had formed the opinion that I was a closet submissive sissy boi and that they could manipulate me however they wanted or perhaps they just saw a lonely old man desperate for company, either way I was happy to accompany them to their cabin.We entered the small room and with Timmy sitting on the bed Jess and I. He had some ego, the little jerk. It was all centered around his over-sized cock and she pitied his future real bride in Mexico having her heart broken each time he went "out" to have fun with the boys.The motel was fairly new, but already poorly maintained and home to the losers who gravitated to the mecca of gambling for many reasons not related to gambling in the slightest. It was the usual mix of the prostitutes, the pimps, the drug dealers, the gun runners, the scammers and the poor souls. She said once we were married, she didn’t have to do those disgusting things any more. She told me that I was lucky that she “let” me screw her once a week.So that was my frame of mind as I walked the streets. I had been working downtown for a couple of years and had my standard lunch time walk. I knew every street, alley, and building for blocks around my office building. So it was a surprise when I noticed a thin alley way were there had never been one before. I noticed that there was one.