I finally gave in and started to stroke his cock on the outside of his pants. He reached over and unzipped his fly… so I reached in and took it out....He was much larger than my husband was… If I had to say I would say that my husband was about 6″ and about an inch thick, this guy was about 8″ and easily twice as thick! Soon, I had his huge cock out of his pants and was stroking the shaft. His cock was so big that my hand just did cover it when I was stoking him. His precum was very copious and. It seems like one thing, but that also seems like it can’t be. I am not sure what you want and I am afraid of hurting our friendship. I don’t know how our friendship became so important to me, but it is.’ ‘It is to me too, Sian. And I don’t want to do anything that would get in the way of that.’ Bridget paused as she thought about her words. ‘I also know that I care for you a lot, and I wouldn’t want to hurt you.’ ‘I care about you too, Bridget,’ Sian started to say but Bridget to reached out. After the circle had dispersed, Rebecca and Mrs. Weed made their way back to the Bed and Breakfast in Keswick. Breakfast Sunday morning was a typical English affair with boiled sausages, beans, soft boiled eggs, and dry toast. Rebecca looked in vain for a salt and pepper shaker.The trip back to Edinburgh in Mrs. Weed’s old vehicle seemed to take forever, but the two had a lively discussion about Rebecca’s impressions of the ritual that kept her from car sickness most of the way. Mrs. Weed had. How they did it, can’t say but the second one had her hand into my pants and was fondling my ass. I told them to let me drive without risk for our lifes and we decided to go to a motel on the outskirts of town.There we took a room and after agreeing about tastes and monetary compensation (it was a long time and lot of experiences before I had my first TS sex only for the pleasure of the sex!).They pushed me backwards on the bed and started undressing me. I was enjoying the show they made.