She had seen my pictures on-line so she already know I had a big cock. I am what they call “a shower, not a grower”, so I don't get any bigger, ju...t harder.We were sitting where I usually sit, in a secluded spot, (see photos), and she was playing with my cock when she asked me if I would like to try something a little kinky. I said as long as it didn't involve pain, I was “up” for it, which she could easily tell by looking at my cock. Thank God for those little blue pills !!!She told me to wait. I moved over her and her legs opened for me with her knees drawing up. “Oh, please, X! Put it in me! Push in! Oh!” I gently seated my cock inside the lips of her pussy and began to push and wiggle opening her to accommodate my size. She groaned but took me into her depths. Once I was all the way inside her, I stopped to give her a chance to get used to my presence in her body. Her legs were back to let me get every last inch inside her.We quickly found a rhythm as my cock found a welcoming home. His figure was out-of-shape. His hair was slowly receding, except for the patches on his back, which seemed ot grow more and more every day. He did care for her, but not as he once did. It had been fourteen years since their marraige, but to her, it had seemed like two lifetimes. She wore the scars of an abusive relationship. She had the tired eyes, and the lowly wrinkes on the sides of her face. Other than those two misfortunes, she was beautiful. Her five-foot-three, hundred and ten pound. He was very impressed with the large and burly sea captain. “Really?”Malcolm, continued. “He’s right, Jason. When I was in med school, we learned that one of the biggest killers is panic. You didn’t panic. You may just have saved these ladies; for sure, you made it a whole lot easier to get rescued.”“Seriously, son, I can teach any idiot how to steer and read a compass. What I can’t teach is how to keep your head out of your ass when the shit hits the fan. You did good, boy,” finished Jim.Both.