My quest for bigger balls and various different means of aquiring them was improved when I saw a large glass vase, straight and measuring 88 x 250mm (....1/2 x 10 inches), for sale in a local store. This was purchased when I had the opportunity and I then waited in horny anticipation to try it out! Time and opportunity arrived when my wife was away for a day and I could see what results in the pumped size of my cock and balls could be achieved. I used my smaller 2.1/2 x 10 inch tube on my cock to. We went on like this for a half hour or so before she said she needed to go fix dinner for her husband. I thanked her for coming over and told her I realy enjoyed our visit and that she was welcome to come by anytime she felt like it. To my surprise she told me there were a few other books I might like to see and she would come by with one of them at a time to show me and patted me on the back and left. Yes I couldn’t wait to rub my cock up hard and jackoff I was so nervous it took only a few. As she stood there Eric snapped a picture. For the next two pictures, Vicki sat on a toilet with her tits out, and then with a finger in her pussy. After the photos were snapped Eric just said, “Thanks,” and I felt a sense of relief, however that proved to be short-lived. As he was about to leave, Vicki stopped him and asked to see the photos. He showed her the photos, and then she told him, “If you want to leave this room with these photos, I want you to go and sit on a toilet, pull your pants. I was sixty-two and still going strong. My three youngest daughters had been eighteen for a few months now, the girls looking so eager for this moment. Rose, Daisy, and Lily were wearing suspicious trench coats. Their mother-sisters were not. Janelle, Sarah, and Tonya were wearing their regular clothes, tight blouses and short skirts. They had all grown up into beautiful women, their mother, Mary, echoing in their faces.Our lives had changed nineteen years ago when my three daughters bought me.