Is she really feeling pain relief? Or is that just an excuse for ending up in this sexual position with me? I’m playing along: “I’m really happy...for you. I can’t imagine what pain you’re going through.”I’m taking in her scent. I’m smelling the floral shampoo on her hair, mixed with a slightly sweaty odour. There is a reason why today is the day for her bed bath. Her body lying on top of me feels so warm, so soft! I can’t believe her bare breasts are pressed against my chest! It feels so. I would fantasize about my encounter with Colleen ending differently, masturbating furiously, dreaming of cumming inside of her instead of all over my hand.I had been having that dream again of my 17-year-old self joyously fucking the hot 23-year-old, Mom sent me to when the thunderstorm rolled in.The lights flickered and went out. I turned on a flashlight and looked for the "Lights Out" telephone number, then picked up the phone. I held the receiver to my ear, heard the dial tone, and started. “I got her a nice gift,” he said as he unzipped his pants in the urinal next to me.“Shut up,” I said, thinking that he was referring to his penis.“Relax, buddy,” he said in a patronizing manner. “I got her some panties.”“Oh!” I let out in surprise, hearing what he said and simultaneously glancing at his massive flaccid penis.“Weirdo,” he said before walking away.I spent the rest of the day thinking of what he had told me and unable to shake the mental image of his size. Fully erect, he had to. There was nothing I could do torelease myself so I lay there thinking about all the incredible changesthat had occurred in the last three days.Just three days ago I was a guy driving home and looking forward to asexy weekend with my wife. I would be a guy making love with his wifeand, after the weekend I'd be a guy going back again to earn a living,doing all the usual guy-things that I'd done all my life. Yet here Iwas, at the end of that long weekend, just three days later, with noballs in my.