I know how you gawked at my tits when we were younger. You’ve probably been trying to get your hands on them for years, and this was your best excus...!” she walked toward him and hugged him. He got a kiss on the lips too. “Hi,” she said, “you big pervert”. He would have sworn he felt her grind her loins against his just a teeny bit, but didn’t really believe she’d do that.“So when did you start going around with no bra on?” he asked. She looked at him again, like she was sizing up a steak and. . I began to nod because I felt I could not deal with another forceful blow like that without serious damage.she began to stand up with her back to me, I could see her behind it was shapely like a peach, not a bead of sweat on her flawless unblemished body. Yet I could feel the heat in the room as trail sweat ran from my brow to my chin. When she was fully standing she sauntered over to the blackwood chest, she began to open the lid slowly and before I could see I suddenly felt a stinging. As he said, his dick was indeed thicker than mine, and whereas my cockhead was bigger than my shaft, mushroom shaped and bulbous, his was triangular with a foreskin he began to move back and forth as he masturbated.I knew this was wrong, even shameful, as the worst thing you could say about a guy back then was that he was queer, but as they say, "a hard dick has no conscience", and I simply didn't care. Pete kept gently stroking my cock as I studied his, it being the first one I'd ever seen. At first, she was not sure what it was. I filled her in and thought something so kinky might not be such a great idea. I left it hanging, figuring I would have a day to return it soon. One day after work, I went to the backyard and noticed the light in the basement on. I peeked in and saw my wife looking at the swing. I quietly went inside. I went down to the basement and asked her what was going on. She smirked and said she was giving the swing a look over. She tried to sit in it, but her.