It was fine by me. I pitched in and helped with the cleaning and cooking so that Rod's mom wouldn't be burdened with it all. I know they appreciated m... help. It was the least I could do, they being so kind to me. Besides, it would keep me close to Rod.Things kind of went along well after that. I was working steady and it was a pleasure to walk to the station every day. It looked so good and everybody said so when they came by. After a while, Eleanor started giving me clothes that she said. I was 18 when everything started to go wrong for me. I made a phone call to a local phone service that advertised intimate encounters between adults and as I started to go through the system there was no one on except this one woman, and she and I started chatting and I decided to meet. Later that day as we were going to meet I was shocked to find that sexy voice had actually belonged to man, who was sitting in the pre-arranged car where nothing at all except a pair of panties a bra and an open. I removed the Fucking Rod, and proceeded to pump my husband’s ass with my favorite strapon. After several minutes I withdrew, as a rock-hard cock quickly took my place. My husband had often fantasized about being fucked by a real cock. Would he notice the switch ? He moaned, as my friend’s huge fuckrod thrust in-and-out. Then, without warning, my friend exploded, pumping jets of hot cum deep into my husband’s ass-tunnel. The surprise on my husband’s face was priceless !! With the cat now out of. Perhaps by looking directly at her eyes or dressed bosom, I can start to get some more courage. She's looking right at me,while also stealing glances on my progress. She's seeing how big its getting and wondering how big its going to get. Looking at her, Im trying not to think how stupid I look, my mouth open while jerking myself off. But she's not looking at me like Im a fool or an idiot. She's looking at me with lust."Yeaaah" you say softly, watching me get harder and bigger. Now we have.