I finally got a glimpse of his dick before she tucked him away again. For a well-built guy, his dick was surprisingly small. Maybe four inches and qui...kly retreating back to its flaccid state. He’d struck me as an overconfident jock who could treat a woman as he did because he knew he had a big cock. See, I learn something new every day too!Just in case you’re wondering what possessed me to want to see a guy’s junk? I had to, really. I’d taken the opportunity to use Karen’s phone to snap the. It was dark in there, lights flashing all over at intervals, hulking shadows making their way to and fro. Maria took me by the hand and led me upstairs to a bar. We stood at it, and I fished out my new purse. Maria grabbed me by the balls and shook her head. Were going to have our drinks bought for us by some gentlemen, and then were going to thank them in the only way we know how. Now look sultry and try to grab the attention of someone. I looked down the bar, and there were a few men who were. However against the wall between the room and the bathroom a space had been cleared and on the wall there a small hole had been made to extend the screw hole from the bathroom. Even though the hole was fairly small when I looked through it I got a good of the bath. It was now that it dawned on me that someone could watch anyone taking a bath, or like me and my partner, watch us fucking. The first thought was one of disgust and the need to tell the project managers. However, it then dawned on me. .. and she did... often. Of all the things Cathy missed intheir relationship, she missed sex the most. Her pussy began tomoisten as her eyes settled on her son's bulging crotch. Judging bythe size of the lump in the front of his jeans, Bobby was just asvirile as his father. Cathy suppressed a feeling of guilt. After what she'dexperienced in prison, the fact that Bobby was her own son didn'tbother her a bit. In prison, you soon learned to get your kickshowever and whenever the opportunity arose..