" Itdidn't even occur to him to wonder how she'd found out about that. Hecould guess all too easily."And what did that have to do with you?"He was tir...d, physically and mentally, but he wasn't *that* tired. "Someguy tried to tell the dean that I did it. By the time I showed him thatit wasn't my writing, and that I knew how to spell the stuff that thetwit screwed up,... " Davey! Language." Sorry. Anyway, then I showed him that I didn't have that kind of markeron me. It was in my locker, clear. “Hey man .. you are hung like a horse” he says grinning like a school boy staring at a box of candy. You look at your husband and back at the swollen appendage hanging between my legs and whisper “ Is that real !!!” I stroke my cock and hold it up “It is real Miss.. why don’t you touch it and see for yourself” I dare you. You wet your dry lips with your tongue and look at your husband. “Go ahead honey .. touch him and see for your self” he says. You walk up to me and hesitantly reach for my. I said I was bored outa my mind, trying to entertain myself. While her husband locks himself in his Office whole day. She laughed and went to check on him. After dinner, we all set in the living room watching some action movie. After the movie my aunt announced that she was tired and going off to bed. My uncle joined her. And I stretched out laying on the couch. It was hot and I usually don't bother with underwear. I had on a short satin nighty and I just layed there allowing the cool. He wanted Charles's cock. He needed thisbecause I did.I sank now to my knees. Hesitant, shaky, but down I went. I trailed myhand over Charles's sex, tracing the ridge around the head of hismassive cock. I heard a groan, looked to Charles, and realized it wasn'thim making the noise. It was coming from my mouth... it was Louisgroaning, feeling the desire that burned inside of me... of us. Normally, I'd have had my lips wrapped around Charles by now but Iwanted to take it slow and easy to let.