It looked like the photograph, about six inches long, cut, cleanly shaved, and rather thick.Without dwelling, and probably still without breathing, I ...eached out and wrapped my hand around the shaft. I had a significant lump in my throat but that vanished when I felt the warmth and hardness of his cock. His skin had a silky spongy feel and I stroked him a few times, sighing as I released my breath. With that exhalation, all my nerves went and I focused on how wonderful his cock felt in my. He was thinking how it would be nice to find her in the kitchen every morning. Then he realized that would never happen.“So I was thinking when I woke up seeing as you surprised me how about I surprise you today and tonight?”“Okay, I think depending on the surprise I guess, so what is it?”“Well in the past, seems like another life time, my wife and I use to go dancing on Saturday nights and I though you would like to go dancing?”“Wife? You were married? You never said anything.” All her. You're the man that we love and the father of our children, after all," Sandra observed.I felt a hand over my eyes and then Nydia kissing the top of my head before she planted herself on my lap. Cherry began rubbing my neck and shoulders, as well as whispering some fantasies of hers in my ears. More than a few of them involved her and Nydia being tied up and gang-banged as a team by the men and women of the household, as well as other kinky, fun ideas. Rachel and Shelby did their part by. That night, I did my best to please him. It was clumsy and frenetic. I couldn’t get my mouth right and he grabbed everything way too hard, but neither of us cared. The performance didn’t matter, our expectations only got in the way. When I sat down in the car and he started driving, all either of us knew was what we wanted. He wanted to touch my tits and I wanted to suck his dick. What does that have to do with this? Simple, it’s not always about what you expect. It’s about more than that..