I jumped up and started stripping. I got to my underwear and stopped, because I was embarrassed by my boner. She said take them off, I’ve seen bigge... worms than that. Shamefaced, I lost my erection, and lowered my pants and took them off. She laughed and pointed at me co-k and said, get it hard now!! I started pulling on it and nothing happened. She grabbed hold of it and started pulling me around in circles and said if I didn’t get it hard right fu—ing now she was going to pull it off. I. I find it rather boring and pedantic. But strangely, the lovely woman beside me seems to be quite moved by it. It must hold some sort of special meaning for her. Something I just don't see.I turn my head back and focus my attention on her once again. I notice a small tear slipping down the curve of her cheek. For some reason, seeing that bothers me. Although I can't imagine why. Instinctively, I reach over and use my finger to stop the tear's downward journey. The woman notices and looks back. He knew her touch, her scent. “Don’t harass me, dear lady. I don’t know how to answer to my wife should she learn of my infidelity,” he mused. His Irish lilt in his voice. He was teasing, arousing. She bit his shoulder. He caught her by surprise by escaping her embrace, his one hand braceletted her wrists and now he had her pinned to the wall. Lust in her electric blue eyes reflected his. “But on second thought, I would be honored to fulfill this damsel’s wish. First, let me demonstrate my art. It was a small flat and I just had the one double bed. We were remembering a couple of old girlfriends a year or so ago. We had both moved on but he was talking about his last date. She wouldn’t have sex with him but he said he was lying on top of her moving and sort of dry humping her until he came in his pants. He said that remembering this now was making him hard and I told him I was touching myself as i felt him moving about and getting excited. I asked if Dorothy his then girl noticed his.