Otherwise, go get yourself some wimp-ass bitch that will let you cut off his balls to keep in your purse. Now you make up your mind. Don't call me unl...ss you intend to give up the puss, understand?"She was completely speechless as he walked to his car and was still standing there when he drove away.It was only 10 PM, but Brad decided just to go home. Saturday night was hot and cold running poontang at several places in town. He could do without tonight.He walked in through the kitchen door and. ......NOW. She told him no, not now , not here or like this. He asked her what was wrong. She told him she didn’t want to fuck him in a parking lot. Like some teenager. She wanted a room and a bed or at least a room to give herself up to him. She really wanted to feel him inside her, but not here like this. He told her he owed her a big one. She said , yeah you do and I want that big one again, but next time I want it inside me. He agreed and said next payday weekend he’d take her to a. She was staring at my shorts and when I looked down to my surprise my dick and balls were clear as day through the print of the swim shorts. “Sorry that attitude wasn’t meant for you, could you show me the towels” she said with a smile on her face. My mind was racing now and I didn’t understand what was happening. I got up while saying “of course, I’m done with the pool too” and at this point there was little to no buzz from the beer. I was about to lead when she cut in front of me and showed. It wobbled obscenely on the conveyor belt in between the bags and keys and money. The security staff crowded around, like they’d never seen one before, handing it back to me on the far side. I resisted the urge to flash my butt again to put it back in until I was safely in the first class lounge, perched on a bar stool on the second complimentary Gin and Tonic.Two well-manicured hands grasped my shoulders and she leaned into my neck for a kiss. Her perfume was intoxicating; she only had to say.