They were all recent retirees; one (Bill) was married and a former insurance agent. Tom was a programmer, divorced, and Frank had been a manufacturin... manager, also a widower. The conversation wandered all over, including the usual boastful remarks about who had the smallest dick. Oddly enough, they all laid claim to the title, but you could tell it was just bullshit. At one point, Phil seemed to be looking at Tom's butt; when I noticed this he shifted his glance in the way that guys do. The though made her braver. "Whatever," she said, putting down her bag and undoing the button at the top of the fly."What's going on?" asked Chelsea, joining the impromptu gathering. She had a towel under her arm and was heading for the bathroom."I'm making sure Elaine is still playing the game," Kendra said, winking in Chelsea's direction."You never give up, do you? I suppose you want to check me as well." Tadaaaa," said Elaine, lowering her black pants to mid thigh, thrusting her pelvis. “Hey, Jace,” I said, “could I crash at your place for a little bit? I don’t think I can drive.”“Sure. Mi casa, es su casa.”We spent quite a bit of time navigating the rickety, wooden stairs to his apartment. Both of us laughing and egging the other on, as feet miss-judged distance, as our balance was iffy. Jace pushed me down the dark hall, past the living room, where I could hear the sounds of a woman moaning in ecstasy, accompanied by the grunts and groans of a male voice. Jace peaked his. “Could I use your toilet, please?” asked Ryan. I took him into the house and showed him to it. He had on a tank top and Lycra shorts. It was true. The bulge was impressive. He looked about equal to me in strength, nice biceps, good legs, but, sadly, I couldn’t compete with him in the genital department. “Come over to the pool when you’re done.”I joined Cindy and Pamela on the loungers. They were discussing Ryan, particularly his physical attributes. “Wow, it’s really thick and it’s the.