Dave then used his foot to lightly push my wife’s’ feet wider apart, and I’m assuming, exposing my wife’s most intimate holes to our new frien.... She closed her eyes, so I leaned forward and lightly kissed her forehead as a gesture of immense love, total support and limitless pride in her.“Thank your husband” Dave said, his confident voice breaking our tender moment.“Thank you, Baby” my wife said tenderly , as she opened her eyes and looked into mine.“Now” Dave continued, “Tell him why you just. When you were a teen, you never seemed to "man up" like the other boys did, and your face was more noticeable for your fuller lips, softly fluted nose, and thick eyelashes than a strong jaw. Your shoulders stayed narrow and your hips, well, they didn't. It seemed like everything you ate went straight to your ass, and though you tried dieting, it didn't do enough - the wiggle stayed in your walk, and the men by the door sure noticed. As always, they'd laugh at you, but you'd move on - it's. Inside the room, my wife wasted little time, as she practically ripped Jim's pants off in her eagerness to see his cock. She wasn't disappointed when his cock was revealed to her, about 8" long, circumcised with a very thick mushroom head. He had shaved his balls and trimmed his pubes short, a very beautiful cock. She could barely wrap her hand around it as it got fully hard. Immediately she put her lips around the bulbous head, taking her time to get accustomed to his size. Bobbing her mouth. As a child, I had had court mandated anger management therapy, and medication, but that was all behind me now, the records sealed.I had always been a fighter. Growing up as the runt of the litter in a family of 6 kids will do that to you. My parents were hard-working folk, salt of the earth but great advocates of the ‘spare the rod and spoil the child’ school of parenting and so beatings, whilst not common and probably, if I’m honest, not undeserved were a part of my growing up. It happened to.