’ But that was something he did NOT suffer from.He dropped his shorts and pants, and out flopped his thick nine inch black cock and sat down, as he ...rew in front of me, I just knew from that moment on I would always look at a cock and remember this moment. I fell to my knees and took his shaft in my hand, my fingers barley wrapping around it as I started stroking him harder and harder. I began to lick the tip of his cock the taste hit my tongue, the taste of a real man. I wrapped my other hand. I went to work and called Ana on the afternoon. She said she was feeling better and waiting for me at home to describe me what had she done with Edward the night before.When I arrived home, my horny wife was waiting for me dressed in a sexy red nylon cat suit, with an open crotch and red high heels.I wanted to fuck there in the middle of the living room; but Ana stopped me, telling she was going to tell me everything about last night…I could remember Edward had picked my wife up before dinner.. My fear of flying is restricted to these minutes, and their companion ones at the other end of the flight, when, statistically, most planes tend to crash and burn.During the descent I silently waxed poetic about the grand old days of air travel. When your plane landed, by god you were where you were going. And you had to worry about dying only twice. My modern flight sort of hopped across the landscape. Each subsequent airport was smaller than the one before. And at each we as well traded down. He sat and stared at the door listening for a knock. After a few minutes he laughed at how stupid and gullible he was. He closed the book disappointed, when all of a sudden he felt that same shiver run from his fingers to down his back. When the feeling subsided there was a knock on his door. He could not believe it. He ran to the door and before he opened it he thought, “This better not be my mother taking back the apology.” He took a deep breath and opened the door.Before him standing at six.