"Yes but the Trish I'm looking at now is nothing like the Trish I metnearly a year ago, even an old sceptic like me can see that you've movedon now." ...anya then changed the subject."Do you still do those little plastic models, or have you given them uptoo?," I smiled as she had remembered."Yes I do Tanya it's the last vestige of my old life that I'm stillclinging onto, would you like to see them?" Please, I would yes," I got up from my chair."In that case if you would like to follow me into my. Then she started to relate her story about Damon. A nice man, her age, a lawyer that had become a self-made millionaire in the matter of ten years since he left college. It was him, she said, that had introduced her to Emily, much to his disappointment in the end. Emily was his downfall, though, neither of them knew that at the time. Though Sandra admitted that she never fleeced him in the divorce courts, he would have probably have won anyway, but he did leave her well off.“What brings you. I was transfixed by the sight of his cock and balls. His cock was short and very thick with a large purple helmet, the foreskin pulled back by several thick rubber bands and it was very, very hard. he had no pubic hair whatsoever and his balls were a deep red also with elastic bands straining the skin, his balls looking like those of my friends boxer dog. We stood facing each other for perhaps a full minute, I wanted with all my heart to reach out and feel the guys cock, but it was more than I. I so wanted to bury myself in her and feel my entire cock wrapped up in her pussy but I was scared of hurting her. After a few of minutes, a few winces, a couple of gasps and a moment when she bit her lip and closed her eyes tight, which I knew meant pain, I had managed to work about 7 inches inside of her and I realised she knew what she was doing. As I worked it in again I felt the head touch something and as I applied more pressure she gasped “That’s it.” “What does that mean?” “It means it.