After a while of fingering my wife, she begged me to put as many fingers in as I could. I ended up sticked my whole hand up past my wrist into her dri...ping wet hole as Ive done many times before. This time my wife was really getting into it like never before, she said just the thought of Sherry coming in the room while I had my hand working in and out of her. This really turned me on, I was now hard as a rock. My wife begged me to fuck her NOW! Which I did! I banged on my wife making her hugh. They laughingly labeled me as “baloney dick.” I guess that the name was fitting, when my penis was compared to the size of those of my classmates. In later life it was something I took satisfaction in, but as a teenage boy lacking in confidence, it was a devastating humiliation. Anyway, I was sexually typical of most teen boys having passed through puberty. I seemed to be constantly horny and aroused by virtually any situation or incident, causing my dick to stiffen. I had frequent wet dreams. But the address wasn’t a restaurant, it was a tenement building and ironically the apartment number was 69.when I got there and rang the bell, instead of Chyna answering, her friend Solacious answered and I got an instant hard-on remembering Chyna telling me how she wanted to watch me fuck Solacious’ big beautiful ass.After dinner and a few drinks, Chyna, Solacious, and myself posed for a few selfies before I went to the restroom. when I came back into the living room, they were quite cozy. Pouring a plastic cup from the water cooler. She gulped it down and I refilled her.-So Emma, began Phil, still standing, now by the door, -why do you want this job?-Well, I like working with people... she began, before taking another drink, -Er, I like people, er people are cool... wow, I don't feel so good.-Don't worry about it, Phil soothed, taking her by the hand and standing her, walking her over to his desk and sitting her on it. -You're fine, we just need to check your.