He looked like something out of a Nazi add. Blond, muscular and tall. I looked at my wife, and I could see she was eyeing the german man.He met her ey... and smiled. Suddenly we both gasped. From his crotch grew a huge cock. I never knew white boys could be hung like that. I'm no tiny one, but next to this Adonis I felt positively inadequate.Gretchen, as the girls name was, crept close to me. I could feel her large, soft tits against my arm. “It's quite a tool Franz has there, isn't it?“I could. Well, I'll be damned they've finally gone and done it then...well, good for Cyn; she deserves it...by the way, have you seen the first rushes yet?" and so it goes, the small-talk people make, even at funerals, the chitchat they generate clustered around sickbeds, and deathbeds, the pointless albeit essential buzz they doubtless made on the walk back from the crematoriums in the concentration camps, the firing-squads, the death marches, too... Tears have meanwhile dried in my thickly-applied. ”She smiles. “I guess solving problems pays well. Where are you staying at?”“I’m at my mom’s for the weekend. Speaking of parents, how are yours handling all of this?”“They’ve pretty much disowned me, although my sister and I are still close.”“Oh… I’m sorry…”“Don’t be, I didn’t come here for them.” She gives me a sad smile and leans into me. I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. She hugs me tightly, nuzzling her face against my chest. She leans up and our lips connect once more.Finally,. The bigtest came when I rejoined a gym and I showed him the new running tightsand top I'd bought to replace the ones the ex discarded. Hecomplimented me on my figure, closely outlined in lycra as it was,before starting an enjoyable, penetrative fitness session that may haveused more calories than a conventional workout. Even when I came homefrom my induction and spoke of my very handsome trainer, he didn't losehis good nature. Even a little bit.A keeper, as they say.So Danny moved in to my.