Who knows, but I needed some fun and needed it very soon. If not I would have to wait till Saturday’s swinger party. Could I last that long? The day...was dragging on and I wanted to go home and have my wine and relax. In the background I could hear my cell phone buzz with a text message. I didn't rush to grab it as I was sure it was probably my husband and that wouldn’t really change my mood. About fifteen minutes later I finally reached for my phone and it said that it was from my husband. The. She really WAS tiny. “My house is only a few minutes from here,” he said pointing down the street towards a mess of buildings down the road. She didn’t relish the idea of having to walk there but at least that’s there were no rocks now. She could keep up with him a little better now and her mind wandered as she watched him walking next to her, he had slowed down because of her she realized. She looked up and caught him looking down at her curiously, she wondered what he could be thinking.... I looked up andnoticed his washboard stomach. He caught me staring and smirked."Don't worry sissy you will get to worship it later. Now take off myjeans"He undid his belt and I undid his zip. Then he raised his hips and Islid his jeans off.Once his jeans were off I could see his cock tenting his underpants. Itlooked big!He smirked at me gazing at his cock. He then lifted his hips. Taking hisqueue I grabbed the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down. Hiscock sprang into view. My mouth. While Jamey was never built like the cheerleaders and car show models Zach had gone with most of his life, she’d always reminded him of a sort of pneumatic Barbi. It always frustrated him to never feel free to admit any of this to her, even when it might have helped her sense of self-esteem.Zach caught their reflection in the mirror on the wall behind her. With his hand on the small of her back, the hem of her T shirt rode up slightly, just exposing the lower curves of her ass. He couldn’t.