My husband is very well hung but my trainer had him beat by at least four inches in length and at least fifty percent thicker. I gave him a blow job o...e afternoon in the weight room when we were alone. He told me to bring a bikini next time and enjoy the pool and hot tub. Once in the hot tub he fingered my pussy to the point of causing me to orgasm. He told me that when I was ready to let him know and he would provide a " private session". He said you won't be disappointed, the client always. “If we’re going to be buying parts for this engine, we’ll have to do it Saturday when one of our dads can take us to the parts store.”In 1973, the blue laws were still in effect. That meant buying just about anything other than food was impossible on Sunday. Sunday was the day of the week when the family was supposed to go to church and not work. For Tim and Benny, that was a problem since they only had one day a week when they could get car parts. If they blew it, they’d have to wait an entire. ‘They weren’t rats,’ Dee countered. ‘They were little field mice or something.’ Lani didn’t care, they had had four feet and moved way too fast. ‘They wouldn’t hurt you.’ She looked up and Lani saw her face brighten. ‘They’re here!’ Dee nearly squeaked. Lani laughed. The women stayed in their seats, waiting as the team filed through the doorway. There were waves and handshakes between players, and a few were greeted by wives or girlfriends. Dee sat straight, leaning forward, straining to catch. I knew which end of a hammer and a saw to hold onto so I told him I was his man, especially after I saw his wife and daughter, a pair of downright stunners who were casual about their dress. The farmer was well into his sixties, perhaps seventy, but his wife was closer to twenty and his daughter was about the same, maybe a year or two older. They certainly could have worn each other's clothes. To me it looked like an opportunity I could not pass by, an opportunity that made my ballocks ache. I.