Awareness that such nosiness was way beyond the rules made the temptation worse. I laughed furtively as I interpreted my feeling as one of desire to b... caught and punished. And yet ... I knew my desire this time was not for Margaret, but for knowledge of her, the woman who had been an increasingly vital part of my life for several years, but about whom I knew little more than I did from Sarah's description and my first impressions.She never ever spoke of personal matters, and even though, since. Her hand came to rest overlapping my tortured hand, each of the lady’s fingers poised by one of the needles. I was unaware of the change, so completely focused on the pleasurable sensations rippling from my cock. Without any warning, and without breaking the rhythm of stroking my cock, the lady squeezed the needles, pushing them deeper under my fingernails. The resulting scream was the loudest yet, and like music to the lady ears. Even before it had fully died away she had repeated the process,. Then she looked up at me and asked, “Just how big are you?” I have to admit, I have always felt that I was well endowed, being just a little over nine inches long and real thick, almost as thick as a drink bottle. I replied to her, “Let me show you,” and I pulled my pants down slightly and pulled my cock out. My cock was standing at full attention all nine plus inches. Then I heard Jackie say, “Oh my God, your cock is huge,” as she put her hand around it and started stoking it. Then she. “You were right. Now I look like I have a waist, and the white goes with the print. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.”He stood, embraced her and kissed her lips. “You were too close to the problem.” He kissed her again. “So, what time will you be back?”“Dinner time. I probably won’t have much of an appetite. I end up eating too much when we go to brunch after church.”“I’ve been emboldened by my success so far with that new range,” he replied. “I might try making some lentil.