Pink when I was desperate, yellow when I was restless, green of love when I dwelled in the past and purple of passion when I thought of next Friday. O...e o’clock, I stepped out my office into a cold drizzle. You swiftly walked around your car and opened the door. Barely I managed not to faint again.“Good afternoon my lady!”I sat down as elegantly as possible. You started the car and caressed my neck, cuddled my curls at the back of my head, pulled my face towards yours and kissed me. My knees. I closed my eyes again and re-opened them, just to make sure I wasnt dreaming, and sure enough this guy was oggling my wife right in front of me. I said to him "see anything you like?" to which I got a mumbled reply "oh aye! I'd love some o that mate".Hearing this woke me up and I watched him for a bit while he checked out the missus, and he wasn't shy, that's for sure. So I replied "ok then, go for it" and passed him a condom from the side and the KY.Before you know it he had already unzipped. Once next door, we again sat in the lounge sipping and chatting. After twenty minutes Jasper excused himself and headed to the toilet. Upon his return, he again had a huge wet spot on the front of his shorts. I must have looked at it a little too intently on this occasion because he then asked, “Do you have a foreskin?”“Huh?” I responded, stunned by the question.“Foreskin… a knob hood,” he persisted, baffled by my response.“Oh… yes I do,” I stammered.“Does the skin pull back?” Jasper. She was a drop-dead gorgeous natural blonde who, from what I've been told, was single. One day she would leave with my sports jacket, the next it would be a pair of my shorts. My friends kept urging me to pull a move on her but I refused, not believing that a girl who was a perfect 10 would want to date me, a sports-minded guy who was nervous around beautiful girls. Or at least thats what I thought.... One day Alexis would make all the guys sandwiches, the next she would leave the cooking to.