I was half as long as I had been and if you were to touch my cock, you could feel the tubes in it. Yeah, if I pumped it up, it would straighten out a ...ittle, but at max, it was 4 inches. Some guys still try that old crap about size doesn't matter and maybe they have brainwashed some woman to agree with them, but I know size matters, at least to me. No women except some nurses had seen my pitiful little excuse for a cock since that doctor ruined me. I told him in a phone message that if he ever. As I sat at the counter I glanced over toward the end of the bar where an older gentleman sat, eating his own late lunch. He saw me, tipped his head in a friendly acknowledgement, and then went back to his meal. The waiter was very friendly – he was around my age – and he brought my food and water quickly, checking out my breasts as he did so. I was used to it and just ignored it. It was just me and the older gentleman and nothing was said until he got up to leave. As he passed by, he handed. The shoes were a sexy tribute to her gorgeous feet. Nita had a hard time recognizing herself in the mirror. A door closed downstairs. John was home. Nita asked Bob ‘What about you? What do I tell John?’Bob gave a ‘no big deal’ shrug. ‘He can’t see me, only you can. Let’s get this show on the road Ok? Go downstairs, and say hello to your husband.’ She found John in the living room, shoes off, feet up, drink in hand. The same odd radio station was playing, he had his head back and his eyes. People were checking the monitors and then getting into different lines leading up to the stairs, the lines creating such a mass of people that it made the rest of the club look almost empty. A man made his way to the top of the stairs and began making his way over to me, pulling his cock out of his trousers as he walked straight in front of me, between the 'Y' of my arms and then shoved his erect 8 inches into my recovering mouth. He roughly grabbed my ponytail and began forcing my head up and.