I could feel pre-cum oozing from my cock head, making my underwear sticky and wet. I stuck my hand in my underwear and moved my dick, so it would rest...in the waistband of my briefs to conceal my hard-on. When I stepped out of the shadows David had already removed all his garments except for his white briefs, I handed him a pair of sweat pants and a towel and he immediately started drying his curly black hair, seeming to disregard the pants he sat down by the fireplace and gestured for me to sit. ”“Really? Then I don’t feel so bad for the thoughts that kept coming back and making me look at your breasts and your uh, crotch as you slept.“Marc, would you let me shave you? I shaved Daddy when he was sick once, and I never cut him.”“I’m sorry I look like a bum. The nurses told me they’d shave me as soon as my face healed more. They do come in and wash me up a bit. I hate being in these casts and not able to even wash myself. I remember your daughters helping me pee in the urinal bottle. I. He paused for a moment, as if giving me a chance to back out. Then he used one hand to lift the band of his boxer briefs and the other to manhandle himself out into fresh air, where he rested the whole kit and caboodle over his waistband for me to see. I let out a breath and covered my mouth in surprise. It was real. 100% black Angus, USDA choice. My eyes widened, and I stared at it for what felt like a long time.“Told you,” he said after a while. My eyes traced over the thick veins from base. There were, however, a few roadblocks - three actually; could I actually go through with it? Could I bring myself to do it with my husband watching? And last, but most important - would my husband really enjoy it or would it, in fact, have a harmful effect on our marriage (I remembered the old saying "Be careful of what you ask for - you just might get it")? So even though I was reaching a point where I would consider doing it, those nagging doubts kept me from ever trying.The sales firm where.