When she saw my average sized pecker start to fill, she blurted out, “Granpaw, his dickie looks differn’t.” Sure enough, mine was the only circu...cised one I could see.Ole Bill said to her, “Well, thets hew them city boys get’s em trimmed when ther just little. Ah kin not tell yew why. It appears thet he’s got the itch so take him in the house and do whut yew know ter help thet.”I was puzzled as she led me to the couch and got me another beer and knelt down in front of me. Her little hand. I find myself paralyzed again as I enter the living room."Well get in here boy!" my wife orders, her thumb lazily rubbing the thebutton of the shocker remote while the other hand signals with a nearempty glass of white wine. I quickly take my place to her side with myeyes to the floor."You know Mr. Stanton," my wife states.Eric Stanton. One of those guys that everyone notices when he walks inthe room. A tall imposing man at 6'5", well built, and very good looking.He's the owner of a chain of. He had had "the Op" and was now working asa Kylie Minogue tribute act. He has well and truly taken his walk on thewild side.She gave Mr Perceptive her whole list of male celebrities who woremascara. I know what you are thinking - normally his girlfriend puttingmascara on a man should be enough to put him on notice that she wastrying to feminize him? But the throwing in of the list was just enoughto disguise what she obviously intended. She cleverly exploited hisconfusion as she persuaded. Somehow he had time to get naked so that his nude member probed hard at my opening. How had he managed to pull his pants off in that short moment of time?I did not get the chance to consider it, he was inside me! I groaned in sexual want as he stretched my quickly expanding wet folds. How long had it been since a cock stretched me like that?Honestly it was just days since I had sex last time, but this was not your average fuck. The last weeks of fucking could not compare to how he worked his.