They had met at the gym he attended three times a week almost religiously. Not that he was a health nut whom wanted to have the body of a God; in fact... he went three times a week in an attempt to stay as healthy as possible. His father had died at a relatively young age of heart disease, as well as extra time away from his frigid wife...There she was, on a treadmill right next to him. Unable to take his eyes off her, he had actually found that his breathing had quickened its pace. His stomach. "I'm not gay." I know that. Neither am I." His matter-of-factness was remarkable. "All of us know what we like to do when we're watching sex films, now don't we? That's all I'm doing. Why don't you join me? You've got that whole bed."His logic was unarguable. I remembered masturbating with other boys, way back in junior high. I thought "what the hell, we'll never see each other again. We don't even know each other's last names." And I again thought about that giant penis, what it would look. He had come to be bull, but here he was watching this charming woman take her masters tool as if it were his god given right! Ten minutes saw a load deposited in the willing body, who though now aroused had not climaxed, perhaps because of her fear of the monster tool her master had said she would now take. Gerald withdrew, then told her, “On yer back my beauty, I want you to see him` coming!” dutifully she rolled over she could feel the heat of the fire on her left side, and the cool of the. I groaned with the radiating pulses of overexcited nerve-endings. The alchemy of her touch turned passion into primal need. Facing her again, doused in soothing droplets, I gazed spellbound into her coquettish eyes. Bewitched by her confidence, she grazed over that smooth skin. A fingertip of pressure, she watched my rigid length twitch. Caressing my balls, she took the thick curve of my erection into her mouth. Outstretched hands steadied my overwhelmed body. In this game of.