His was only a little over four inches long and no bigger around than a quarter. Mine was six and a half inches long and probably a little bigger arou...d than a silver-dollar. I was too embarrassed, however, to tell my dad that I knew the exact measurements. Here boy, let me see. And with that, he reached out and grabbed my dick. I felt a hot rush of blood and knew that it would be hard within a few seconds. Dad gave my dick a couple strokes, and sure enough I got hard as a rock. Damn, boy, Dad. His twin brother Matt said. Three of the hottest broads in the neighborhood live next door. Shit! It makes my dick hard just thinking about it. Thinking isnt getting our dicks wet brother mine. Frank said. One of us has to ask her out. If we play it right we can double team her. Matt thought about that then said. I dont think shell go for that. Why not? Doesnt she like blacks? He asked. Thats a stupid question. Her best friend is our sister dummy. Frank said. Matt grinned sheepishly. Point well. Roxanne, as per Rose, became more confident by the minute and now ordered me with complete authority. She pointed to the wet-room and I was led there on by leash on all fours. I was made to lie on my back on the cold tiled floor as Roxanne stepped either side of my head, straddling my face in dominant fashion, cane in hand, allowing me a glorious view of her mature pussy. Myrna and Rose stood either side, Myrna now toying with a long flexible cane in preparation for the event which would follow. I will meet you later at the adult party in the presidential suite. Ok?? She nodded and turned toward the bar. John thought hmmm Mo huh her name must be Maureen. John watched as her husband made his way out with the bride’s father and hoped Maureen would not leave the bar before he left. The husband disappeared out the door and John moved closer. John ordered a scotch and then asked the woman if she wanted anything. She turned and looked at John and froze. John’s eyes seemed to hold her in.