She comes back with a tailor’s measuring tape. Her jugs swing and bounce as she walks. My cock strains as I watch her. There is something about t...ose tits and the shape of her body that just pushes my buttons. She squats in front of me. “That’s it,” she says, as she holds up the measuring tape and my cock strains again. The tape is cold and her fingernail carelessly scratches the very tender tip, making me flinch.“Sorry. Did I hurt you? Sorry!”“It's OK.”“Nineteen centimetres. This one. The stretching was so traumatic that I would sometime faint dead away and awaken to him pounding me like a slab of meat in the butcher shop.On the other hand, it was Harry with the huge cock that served to put a smile on my face when the candles went out. He exercised me so strenuously that I would be squatting in a puddle of my own sweat and his seeds and hoping that he might want to come back for a second helping. Usually, when he finished with me, my husband would mount me from the rear and. I finally find my voice and tell you how beautiful and sexy you look, and that I may have trouble keeping my hands off you tonight, you giggle and tell me that you hope so as that was the effect you were going for.We walk down to the car, I open the door and watch as you slip inside, my eyes drinking in your pure erotic beauty and we head off to the little restaurant that I have booked. We sit opposite each other and every opportunity I get I hold and caress your hand as I stare into your. .. some TV. Play games on the computer and then, you know, go to bed early.”Tim: “I like the go to bed early part.”Terry: “Is your mother around? I know you like to talk about sex on the phone, but I don’t want your mother to hear us and think badly of me.”Tim: “Naaa, she just went to bed. She is zonked out. She had to work late today. One of their patients came in just when office hours were over for an emergency root canal or something. How about your folks? Can they hear you?”Terry: “No, I.