”Well, are you going to get it?” I asked.”Oh a yeah there it is.” She grabbed a brush the gave my cock another look.”How big are you?” She...asked.”Well I measured it a year or two ago and it was 9 and a half inches.””Woow!” Ann cooed. Ann started to retreat to her room, but hesitated.”Mind if I join you?” She asked.“Uh, well, I” I stammered.But Ann was already topless and dropping her pants. Now she stood naked before me, and my cock stood upright pointing at her. She shoved me into the shower. You run up and jump into my awaiting arms as I swing us around in a twirl that sweeps you off your feet. Your blushing face smiles as I lean into a deep and tender kiss of our lips. Feeling our embrace fills my body with a burst of energy that invigorates me to hold you tighter and longer. We break long enough so that I can offer you a bouquet that I’ve brought for you. With flowers in hand, and my hand in yours, we walk along the grassy hillside and enjoy the majesty of the dawn of a new. It was Ann. Ann doing fellatio. Doing Ann's husband of twelve years, like some debased slut, in a public place where anyone could catch them. None of it was anything Ann would do. You'd think you knew some things about your supposed best friend.A moment passed before Martine was aware she was staring. It was them, for sure. Bob was all cowboy chic, string tie and tails, Levis and fancy boots, his Stetson. Everything just like she'd seen him dozens of times, except for that inflated penis. Ann's. His hands pause on my back a moment before he slides them around my waist and along my ribs. Running my tongue along his bottom lip, I savor the wonderful flavor of this man. It’s smooth like a fine whiskey but it delivers a punch to the system. Pressing my tongue against the seam of his mouth, I gain entrance. The soft flesh of his tongue twines with mine feverishly as his hands continue up from my ribs until he’s got my breasts in his hands. He squeezes them lightly and tugs on my extremely.