I saw her as she was greeted by the flight attendant. She was conservatively dressed in a skirt ending just above the knees, a matching blouse, and a ...acket draped over her arm. Her dark hair was slightly curly and cascaded down over her shoulders. She turned to walk down the aisle, her eyes were searching for her seat. My breath caught slightly when she stopped and indicated she had the window seat next to me. As I got out of my seat to let her in, she removed her jacket, and folded it to. I live with my wife and teenage son, Tyler. He is about your age, except he is seventeen, and you are sixteen. You have to watch out, though. He is a little pervert." I didn't care about his son. I was angry that he had a wife. She must be so beautiful to be with this man. I couldn't think of how many times he would slam his cock into her pussy. If he never did, then he had to be gay. He would be pretty hot for a gay. "Oh," was all I could say. His expression softened, and he took my hand in. When I did, Taylor and Chad jumped up to their feet and looked at me. There was silence for several moments as we just stood there. Man this must be a sight to see I thought, Here we are, three teammates, standing bare naked, with all of our erections standing up There was me with my not-especially-impressive 5 1/2 inches, Taylor with his even smaller 4 1/2 with only a few pubic hairs, and Chad, the youngest and the smallest. I wasnt even sure he was in puberty. He had a small, 2 1/2 inch cock,. The light in the room, so warm and friendly a moment ago, had transmuted into the penetrating glare of a showroom spotlight. Every inch of her naked body was exposed to Sam Valentine’s critical gaze. He sat back down on his desk to study her. He focused on her breasts, firm and pointy she liked to think, but maybe they drooped just a little. And there could be no doubt that one was slightly larger than the other. He focused on her belly, which quivered at being the center of attention. He.