I mean, Jesus, the guy was poison!And I thought about Toby Marr's big dick, too. Yeah, yeah, I know. Size doesn't matter and all that nonsense. But no...amount of reassurance from the Other Sex is ever going to really convince a guy that it doesn't matter.It's bad enough to speculate about whether your girl has slept with other guys, and maybe had found them more fulfilling (or just more filling) than she's found you.But when you regularly shower with the rival guy, and the evidence is right. Let’s have a drink?”She pulled the margarita mixings out of a cabinet and I followed her to the kitchen, revising my plans. While she poured the drinks, I lifted up the hem of the dress to check if she was bare under the little garter belt. Satisfied, I dropped it and leaned against the counter.“Nice dress, “ I admitted while we looked each other over, sipping our drinks. There was a take-out bag on the counter, but she was jiggling a leg and I knew we both wanted dessert first.I undid two. Both Mark and his mum realized that the ice had been broken and that there was no going back. The best that Helen could hope for was to control how far they went. However, she knew that that was going to be exceedingly difficult. After all, she had her own needs. However, she na‹vely thought that if she could keep him satisfied orally then he wouldn't try to push it further.The following morning she was in the bathroom in her bra and knickers getting dressed. It was Saturday and she wasn't. She leisurely scaled those aluminum steps all the while clutching her headgear as she climbed out of that water polo arena and into the fantasies of her admiring fans. Her hair was chlorine bleached that flaxen color that only dedicated water polo players can achieve from their long hours spent in the pool and those pale locks flowed almost all the way down her back ending in perfectly trimmed ends courtesy of well a managed diet and daily use of conditioner. Additionally, this fair-haired.