" Her head shook no and she smiled at me. Her tongue began it's magic too as it began licking the bottom of my cock gradually. Her hands remained righ... on her legs and she wasn't sweating a drop. I had four giant wet spots on my shirt, one in the front, one in the back and in my two armpits. "Damn, you've made me feel like I'm in a sauna," I said, just before I took off my shirt. She grabbed it right from me and put it in her lap. Then she pulled down my pants to my ankles. "Wait, I can't be. This was written by an older woman that I met on a dating/swinging site. I've met her about 8 times in the past 2 months and she had given me little bits of information about this, as it was her first dalliance with a younger man. The parts she was telling me sounded extremely erotic and I finally managed to convince her to write it all down. She has given me permission to post it here and all I will tell you about her is that her name is Marie, she is from Southampton, she is now 53yo,. Opening the tape measure, she measured it from the head to the base and blinked, hardly believing her eyes.The tape measure showed FIVE INCHES! Mark was right after all, it was indeed not even close to being seven inches long. She felt a mix of emotions right then, at first confused as to why her husband had lied to her, and then anger and betrayal set in.Looking up at her husband, not exactly sure exactly sure what came over her, but knowing she had to say something, "You fucking bastard, here. I loved sucking it!"Dennis grinned a little more broadly. "I could tell! You suck cock good." How could I not, with such a fabulous cock as yours?"Dennis grinned."Your welcome---faggot," he replied.Dennis walked away and went to the bathroom as Robert stood up, uncertain what to do next. Leave? Stay awhile longer? He wasn't sure. Maybe he should leave now, before his presence bothered Dennis? A moment later, Dennis came back to the living room, having zipped up his fly. Robert could still see.