John and I married only months of meeting each other. Most of our respective families thought we were tying the knot too soon and tried to talk us out...of it. We married anyway and have never regretted our decision. Two kids and three grandchildren later made our life even better.But it was that morning ritual of him kissing my forehead that told me I was his and that he loved me. He never said “I love you” instead letting the act speak for itself. He worried his words would wake me and ruin my. By the time the incident in question had rolled around, however, I had pretty much had dismissed Casey as a typical cock tease, figuring I had two chances of screwing her as I did getting sex at home more often than every Saturday night. Slim and none. Or so I thought then. Adam had been out of town and, as always, I was left instructions "to look in on Casey," and take care of anything she might need. Casey had come in from an afternoon movie date with her latest boyfriend one Saturday. . I had been out riding my bicycle along the beachfront paths for over 3 hours and needed a shower to refresh myself.I went to the amenity block and threw my towel and clothes in a stall and went for a piss at the urinal which was on the same wall as the door.I was half way through my piss when the door opened and to my supprise it was a young girl about 14 or 15, she just stood there staring at my cock, probably part supprised she was in the Mens room or mesmerised by the sight of my huge cock. The one thing that was worse than all the other things that were bad were her breasts. Her breasts themselves were not bad, in fact they had got her a lot of compliments and a lot of trouble, but with the pregnancy they had swollen. They were big, and got bigger, and got bigger, and got more tender and they were driving her mad. They were so tender she could orgasm simply by brushing her fingers over her nipples. Then of course doing that made her wet, so he had to go to the bathroom, and the.