Yet my cock throbbedwith every heartbeat, begging for consideration and ultimately,release.The irony of me jacking another man off while my own dick s...rained forattention was not lost on me. The 'happy couple' seemed lost in theirown little world so my other hand snuck down and rubbed my cockthrough my pants.They came up for air and Jason noticed what I was doing. "Well lookyhere babe, your dipshit husband is playing with his little dick. Ithink he likes handling a real cock. What a fag"I. Please, make yourself at home. My daughter, Kathy - she's the blonde and her friend Peggy, the brunette, are out there with Dutch and my mother, Sue."Molly made her way outside and Dutch performed the introductions without staring to hard at Molly's lush form. Only Sue caught him and gave him a light elbow. "Don't bite off more than you can handle Dutch," she said in warning."Never, Sue. Never happen, you'll see."Turning back to the others he called out, "Now I know what Rosa wants, how about. His voice was hoarse, I knew he was crying again. I didn’t look at him. I started to cry then. I cried before I even knew I wanted to cry, the tears just came, hot and painful in my throat, clamoring to get out. I took in the smooth, fleshy-whiteness of the place where the branches had been, I looked to where the two branches lay forgotten—one on top of the other—in the shade by the fence. I turned my face away from the carnage. Something inside me broke away then. I didn’t know what, I just. "The towels are to sit on as well as to dry off with," he instructed. "The hangers and shelves are for our clothes."We stripped nude, hung our shirts and suit jackets on the hangers, and piled the rest of our things neatly the shelves. I noticed that the pool water was the perfect temperature for nudity. Charles had a pretty good physique for a man of fifty, with a bit of a paunch but otherwise fit. His cock was limp and a good six, maybe seven inches long, and was uncut, unlike my own. He gave.