But she just couldn’t help looking at it again. She bent over to pick up her clothes; her glistening cunt was on full display. I groaned and she lau...hed.She pulled on her shorts and then her T-shirt and came and gazed at me naked. Her hand ran across my chest and onto my solar plexus. I felt her hand tremble as it hovered above my erect cock.“Jesus, you sure grew up nice and big. I’m so proud of you Dick.”Then her eyes searched mine for guidance.“That’s obscenely big,” she said. “and it’s. ‘Did I wake you, Kate?’ he asks, his tone concerned. ‘No…no, you didn’t. What’s up?’ I try to keep my voice even. ‘Nothing,’ he says. I wait, and he continues. ‘Why aren’t you sleeping? I thought you took the day off to rest.’ His tone is puzzled, but also demanding an explanation, as though I am a child who has done wrong. Or maybe that’s my conscience yelling at me. ‘I went back to bed for a while, but you know me. I can’t stay in it for too long without suffering the consequences.’ ‘Well, go. When I was finally finished getting cleaned up, I decided that the man had seen enough and I went into the kitchen to start making dinner. Still in the nude, I entered the kitchen and put a few pans on the stove. Suddenly the doorbell rang. I was bare-assed naked and the only way to access my clothes was to pass in front of the living room windows. Whoever was at the door would be able to see me without a stitch of clothing on, so I grabbed the only thing available in the kitchen. It was a red. They were alive!"It's mistletoe," I said."It sure is," he replied, and smiled. "And what do people do undermistletoe?" They kiss."He nodded. "I've never kissed another man in my life." Me neither." I've never wanted to kiss another man in my life." Me neither."Then there was a long pause, both of us searching for the right word, orthe right action."But I want this."His arms reached out, grabbed me above my hips, and pulled me to him. Myarms moved up his hairy chest to slide past his ears,.