Thank heavens we didn’t drink.”“You are so suave.”“Come on, darling. Our cab should be waiting.”Minneapolis is cool—in addition to being...cold. We stood out in front of their landmark building, the Foshay Tower, and there was a bus stop there. They play music—well, to be specific, they play waltzes—in the bus shelters. Our cab wasn’t there yet, so I took Lissa in my arms and we danced on the sidewalk to the music that was piped into the bus shelters. In a few minutes, our cab pulled to the. My background is in construction and in my younger days I did competition power lifting, so I have kept in pretty good shape. I have had several affairs over the years but never left my wife or had her leave me. You see, she gets the best of me, which is my cock. My dick measures about 10′ long when it is soft and from 13 to 14′ long at full attention. My balls are the size of small tennis balls and when I get excited the pre-cum flows in a steady stream soaking the shaft. My wife told her. " He smirked. "That will not be a problem." He stepped up close to me and slid a hand up under my hair. Slowly, slowly he gripped a handful close to my scalp and eased my head back. It was so controlling and so decadent. He kissed my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I brought my hands to his chest but I didn't know what to do with them. "I want to be a little rough with you," he said in my ear, "but I don't want to scare you." "I'm not feeling scared." He let go of my hair and used his body to. He was about to cum, when he stopped. He wanted more photos and so he took out his phone and snapped a few more pictures. But he wasnt satisfied with the result. The photos were too dark . The only option left was to use the flash. But that would be another risk.Was that a risk worth taking? He asked himself. Maybe.He decided to put that off for later. Stroking his cock with his left hand, he touched the tip of her nipple, then used two fingers, then used his thumb and index finger to feel.