‘What are you doing?’ Jen asked, looking back over her shoulder with a disappointed but confused look on her face. Without a word I grabbed Jen’... petite body and flipped her onto her back. Then, hooking my hands under her legs I pushed her knees up to her head, exposing her ravaged asshole to my view. I smiled as I gazed down at her glistening hole, which was also becoming quite red and swollen. ‘Quit looking at it and fuck it!’ Jen ordered, grabbing her own ankles. I snickered and dropped my. “And that’s it?” she asked, “No other side effects?” He looked at her with a grimace and sighed again. “Go on, Mr. Rizzo,” she urged, “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He sighed again and then rolled his eyes. “I think my dick got bigger,” he said with exasperation. “Really?” she replied. Apparently, she hadn’t seen it all after all. “I can’t be sure,” he said as he faced the floor, “But it felt, well, different, when I, you know.” “When you masturbated?” she added helpfully. He nodded. He just pecked his wife's lips and moved on past her. They had been married for three years and Melissa was perfectly content with him. She knew something had happened to him and her face was fraught with anguish. She followed him up the stairs where he was about to change for dinner."What's the matter darling?" It's nothing," his voice trembled."It's something," Melissa knew differently. "You usually sweep me into your arms and you are always in a good mood coming home to me." It's nothing, I. . and were nothing special to me. Kinda cute! I also had an older brother, but this isn’t about any of them.The first time I met a girl whom I thought was pretty, it was the initial night that I went to Cotillion. Yeah, that’s where I got the idea for writing about ‘Charles, Claire & Kalista.’It was 1964, and I was eight years old. The Cotillion was happening in the Knights of Columbus’s hall in our town on Tuesday nights. Two weeks after school was over - I was expected to put on my Sunday.