I realised I was turned so that the female would see me side on and I caught her steal a few glimpses of my cock. I should point out I have a fairly a...erage to small dick, about 3.5" soft and 6.5" hard and I was fluffed from the shower so felt quite bold. By now she was in her bra, a big all covering white thing that gave nothing away but probably a C cup. I dried and struggled with my locker to get to my underwear. I thought I had done my combination as 007 (James Bond I am not) but must have. He walked better in heels than my wife Caroline.My cock was hard just looking at himHe kissed me his tongue sliding in my mouth. I returned the kiss. My hands running down his back to his tight arse. I wanted him so badly.As we kissed the phone rang. It was Caroline and I knew I had to take the call we spoke at the same time every Sunday when I was working away. These rituals pervade married life.I answered and sat on the sofa. My cock still hard.I chatted to Caroline and she seemed distracted.. The damned fools would probably have escaped if they hadn't fired their guns into the air, I suppose to make the citizens keep their heads down.Whatever their reason, the result was just the opposite of my guess. Several people, including Joe and me, drew our guns and joined in the general noise making, but we had our guns pointed at the bandits. Nobody was hit in that first exchange, but the bandits must have realized their mistake, since they mounted their horses and set off out of town as. The water was clean and pure, allowing sunlight to penetrate all the way to the bottom of the pond. It took him only moments to reach the pedestal. Patrick grasped the bubble with both hands, stunned when his fingers did not simply pass through the thin membrane. Instead, the bubble easily withstood the pressure he put on it, not bending in the slightest. It was as if the bubble were made from glass. Bracing his bare feet on the bubble, Patrick pushed off, propelling himself back toward the.