The knob was a dark pink, reddish colour and fatter at than the rest of the shaft. He had lots of hair above his dick and on and around his ball sack,...it was brown mixed with grey. His ball sack was large and hung low. He said OK both of you explore it some more take as much time as you need, you dont get many opportunities like this at your age to learn about how your penises will be when you grow up he said. We took it in turns feeling the penis and his balls which were huge or seemed it in. "Will there be anything else, sir?"Stacey chuckled. "No, I think he got everything he came for."I smiled in agreement.Stacey sighed and leaned against the doorjamb. "When can you visit again?"I thought over my schedule and Stacey's typical intervals. She usually wanted to get fucked every four or five days or so. It was a Saturday so I suggested, "How about Thursday?"Stacey smiled and then leaned in to peck me on the lips. "See you then!"The maid then escorted me out. Just another routine. ” We both managed an embarrassed small laugh.At that point, I gained my composure enough to look directly at her. She was wearing a sports bra, tight running shorts, and a pair of high dollar running shoes. Her hair was reddish blonde and was tied on top of her head. She wore no make-up and appeared to be just finished with a workout. Her sports bra was soaked. Her hands were exceptionally smooth, and her nails looked as if she spent much time at the nail studio. Even without makeup, her face. ”…“This is my car.” I clicked open the lock. “Thank you for the tacos.”“When can I see you again?”“When would you like to?”“Tomorrow?” Kevin proposed, scuffing the sole of his sandal against the cement floor of the parking garage. “Lunch?”“Two to three dates in twenty-four hours? You might get tired of me. What if we run out of things to say?”“Then we can sit quietly and enjoy each other's presence.”“Then yes.” I opened the door. “This has been… unexpected.”“This has been wonderful.”“I keep.