“It isn't that I mean, you don't seem like you could be big, it's just that...wow. Are you like, eight inches?” Sam could feel his own 6 inch cock...beginning to swell underneath the thin towel. With little hesitation he stepped forward. He had noticed that Damien's own cock still pulsed, and was still quite erect even at the sight of him. “We shouldn't let that beautiful hard cock go to waste,” he whispered as he strode forward, closer to Damien still. Damien was stunned speechless. Then Sam. My wife was laying with her head nestled on the chest of her tattooed Latino lover, ten years her junior and from a different world than the one she normally inhabited.For a moment there was no conversation between them, but then it was Carlos who spoke first, asking a question which surprised me.“Baby, you told me on Friday your hubby thought you were out with the girls,” he stated with a quizzical look on his face. “And then earlier tonight you told Gabby that you and your hubby have ‘an. I can't, really!« But I just smile at her and relax against the wooden bench, whilst good and evil fight a crucial battle in her mind. Then she comes around: »Okay, but only if you let me go!« »Of course I will let you go - afterwards!«, I calm her troubled heart. And with trembling finger she opens her jacket and slips it off. She wears a tight white shirt that shows the arousing contours of an even tighter brassiere underneath. I'm full of tense anticipation. She struggles out of the shirt. I was afraid he would go into shock. So I pressed my body against his, since I didn’t have another blanket, as the only way to warm him up. ‘What do you go by, Charley, Chuck?’ I asked and then I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, deciding to comfort him. ‘Ch-ch-charley,’ he answered, shivering. I held him closer. ‘Am I gonna die, Dawn?’ ‘Oh, no, no, no,’ I insisted cheerfully. ‘I won’t let you.’ Then I felt a pang in my gut, realizing I was promising something I couldn’t deliver. ‘Where ya.