“Will you tell me about him?”I laughed. “I’m probably biased.” She shot me an amused glance, and I continued, “He’s ... everything. Kind...and funny and generous and snarky. He’s a good man, despite everything he’s been through. When he cares about someone, he would do anything for them.” I smiled longingly. “I’m a lucky girl.”Fiona turned back to me. “What do you mean, what he’s been through?”I raised an eyebrow. “Surely Duncan told you?”She raised her hand to tilt it side to side. “Sort of. He. He asked “why did you wait for me? You had every opportunity to leave.” I told him I thought he was hot and I wanted to suck his cock. His eyes glazed over and he grunted “oh Baby, you’re going to get to, believe me!” He walked me over to a stall and asked me to drop my trousers. He wanted to see the pantyhose. He had me stand on the toilet as he rubbed his face all over my crotch and ass. “That is fucking sexy, I don’t care what anyone says, pantyhose are sexy on a man” he said. He. I thought of advertising for extra-long cocks, but it just did not seem ladylike or very sporting to bypass the random nature of normal relationships.Then, I hit on the ideal solution. I would simply offer my services to the local massage parlor at reduced rates in order to cull out the inadequate cocks from my list of prospective copulation partners. After about six months of interesting sessions, I was able to discover 9 candidates from a pool of over 450 assorted cocks of all sizes, shapes. I made the excuse to use the br.i stayed down the hall out of sight where i could hear what was being said buddy was flirting with her constant.wifey said her back hurt from all the yard work and buddy was fast to offer to rub her shouldersaas i peaked around the corner i saw him trying to cop a feel of her g****fruit sized tits.i came back into the room and said "hey no fair starting without me"to my suprise my wife said that the only way she would do anything with us was if we each agread to.