"How do you know?" "I could tell by the bulge in his pants. You're bigger." "Why'd he have a bulge in his pants? And why were you looking at...t anyway? And how can you tell sizes through someone's pants?" She snapped the curtain aside, scaring me half to death. "Tuck, just relax, okay?" She gently pulled me to the side, andkissed me gently on the cheek. "Hurry up so we can both get out ofhere, Mr. Jealousy." Maybe I was, but I still felt better knowing she wasn't. ” She flashed me a lecherous smile.Her allusion to my cuckold fantasy startled me; what she'd said was quite true. When I visualized a virile stud fucking Mandy, he always had far larger cock than mine.“Oh my God,” I whispered.Mandy giggled softly. “Yes – you see the implications, don't you. I bet if your cock continues to get shorter, then it's gonna be a lot easier for you to imagine me craving a well-hung stud. Just think about it; you, the cuckold with the small penis – and the bull with. On the opportunity. Once a weekI suppose, sometimes more." Does it give you an orgasm?"I decided she was fully over her initial shock by now. She sounded likeit, anyway. So she may as well know, I decided. "I usually masturbatewhile I'm dressed, sometimes before, sometimes afterwards," I replied.She laughed drily. "You could at least wear your bloody own lingerie!" "I do mostly!" I answered, a little indignantly.Aren't you going to open that beer?" she said. "It must be getting warmby now! And. “I’ll drive until we come across a Walmart or something so we can get some supplies. You can sleep or drink a beer along the way. Does that sound good to you?” she continued. “That’s it?” I questioned. It didn't sound like much of a plan to me. “Can you think of anything better?” “No.” “Mark, just get in the car. We’re now equal partners in this adventure. C’mon let’s go.” she grabbed the keys from my hand and skipped around to the driver’s side. I think I made a good choice for my partner in.