If you notice any hard lumps here,” as he squeezed my balls, “Or in your chest, men get breast cancer too, so it is something we should always be ...n the lookout for.”With that he rose, slid behind me so he was leaning against the table. I still had my hands in the air and was up on my tip toes, as I felt him move his hands around my chest and over my breasts.I have man breasts. My younger sister joked once that she wished her breasts were as big and firm as mine. That hurt as much as my wife. And after sliding both hands down to cup my jaw, she looked down at me with an inviting smile."Football? Or me?"I smirked up at her. "How about both?"DJ arched an eyebrow inquisitively, and I gestured downward with only my irises. She got it a moment later, and that twinkle in her eye intensified. And the smoking hot coed slithered down my torso like she were made of liquid until she wound up kneeling before the couch, and her hands then moved in to unfasten my jeans.I mused for a moment about. He told me that the thong he was wearing was one that his daughter in law had left when she was visiting when he came back. He had hidden it for a reason that he did not understand at the time.I showed him all of my lingerie collection. Night gowns, panties, garter belts, panty hose, teddies, chemise, all of it. Needless to say, he was impressed.Since then I have had the privilege to suck him off a number of times. A few days later when he saw me working in the front yard he asked me if I. It is against the rules of the party for a man to be present. I said my hello's and made my way upstairs where I showered, then lay on the bed.A short time passed and my wife appeared in the doorway. She was now quite merry, having consumed a few large glasses of wine. It was clear she was still unhappy with my presence, but accepted I had to come home. She told me it was OK as long as I stayed in the bedroom until the party ended.I remained on the bed and was dozing when there was a knock on.