Meg's blush was even deeper this time as she nodded her head.Marcie reached out to take Meg's hand again. "You do realize that a man who has been enha...ced is... all he can possibly be, as Diana puts it?" Then before Meg could respond, Marcie blurted out, "Steve can fuck me senseless every night, and he can do it all over again a few hours later, if ... I don't get too sore. And he chases me around the house like we were teenagers. Sometimes, I wonder if my pussy will ever not be sore. After policing up his brass, he went back to the basement to run the empty brass through a tumbler to clean and shine it. While the tumbler was working, he put powder, primers and bullets into the reloading equipment. A few minutes later, he sat to begin reloading the rounds he had fired.Within moments, Bobby and Sandra, Art’s wives from Atlanta who enjoyed reloading, walked into the reloading room. Sandra looked down at the bucket of brass and said, “Oh, looks like someone did a lot of. Don't be silly, Then please suck my dick, Ok I am rubbing, holding your dick, can you feel? Ohhhh yes, yesUp down up down rubbing your dick. Let me suck your tits. It’s yours honey do that. Please suck me. Ok! Dear me sucking great! We had phone sex for an hour, when two times I came out.Few more days passed. We met. But situation did not permit anything but holding hands only or touching briefly her tits and ass. But each night over phone I fucked her. But she told me she will never let me. Bulging veins ran all along its length, some splitting into smaller ones. His ball sack was purple and his balls large enough, like small lemons. They were one on top of the other as they could not fit next to each other between his legs. For a blond guy, he was rather hairy. I made a disapproving face and thought, “Gotcha!”“Uncle Tony, uhhh … I am sorry … I just need some … you know … in jail, I had to rub one out every day…” Greg said in a rather sweet and low tone. “Please don’t tell Auntie.