By the third date, you and your date are ready for some action, but you can't get it up or more difficult than that, they don't respond to the size of...your...you know...and that kills the mood and it ends poorly. You know, not all men have big...willies Jake. Nothing wrong with average."Jake laughed an angry laugh. "That is not it at all, mom! In fact, it is quite the opposite. You're right on the first part of it. By the third date, we are both ready for a little more than holding hands. But. I slide my hands under your skirt, noticing that you’re not wearing anything underneath. My fingertips lightly caress your bare ass. You shudder as my fingers send chills up and down your body.Your hands slide under my shirt caressing my chest as I slide your skirt down your legs. I start kissing your neck, you lean your head back, giving me better access. My tongue kisses up and down your neck, intoxicated by the perfume you’re wearing. I move my hands to your breasts, caressing them through. ” He stepped back and opened a cabernet. With care he removed a silver outfit, made almost entirely of metal links. Each link had a medallion on it with different pictures stamped into the medallions. “Strip, we try this one.’ As my wife slowly pulled her top and bottom off, leaving her completely naked in front of this stranger he continued to talk, ‘This outfit for private show. You wear for when you dance for my friends.”Mary dressed in the outfit, her large breasts fit nicely into the top. In the midst of my climax, I realised that it had slipped past my cervix and entered my womb. This knowledge further intensified my already overpowering orgasm, and I felt a great need to touch myself.That wasn't too easy, since I was covered in worms, so instead I found myself just touching them, and surprised to discover just how much I loved how they felt. They were impossibly slippery, I don't think I could have grabbed one no matter how secure a hold I had. But beyond that, they felt just.