” Michelle and Adam were face to face and stood very close with their eyes locked onto one another's. “I don’t think you’re old” Adam said. ...��You're a very attractive woman.” Michelle thanked him and gently brushed his arm with her hand. “Well come on darling, we should be getting back.” she said heading back to the lounge with several bottles of wine, chosen by Adam. Michelle smiled as she entered the lounge, seeing that Lenny and Sophie were sitting together very closely, and she quickly. There was just one fly in Barton's ointment, one that he could never completely put out of his mind, though almost no one knew of it and no one knew how much it preyed on him. Sexually, the great John Barton was a grade A wimp. Maybe that was what drove him to outcompete everyone who crossed him, to prove that he had more balls than everyone else. Because in fact, he had less. Much less. His tiny prick could hardly be seen in his pubic hair when it was soft. When it was "hard," it was barely. I cracked the curtain to look out on the deck to see if they where out there. My wife's face was inches from the window as she rode Tim's hard cock. She smiled at me when she saw that I was watching. Another time as I drove a buddies conversion van on I-20 he and my wife where fucking on the fold down bed. All the curtains where open and even with the tinted windows folks could tell what was going on. That guy was named Eric and he fucked my wife from the time I got on the interstate near. I was moaning, I so needed the relief.“Open your eyes and look at yourself in the mirror. Look at what a disgusting, horny slut you are. Look at yourself fucking your wet needy cunt.”I opened my eyes. He was standing next to me, looking at my reflection, smiling. I slowly turned my head towards the mirror. And there I was, clothespins pinching my body, naked, legs spread, holding a dildo, and with a look of bliss and intensity on my face that I had never seen before.“Did I tell you to stop.