"Catch some shows, play the slots a little, maybe rent a car for a day or two and do some sightseeing, like Hoover Dam, maybe drive all the way out to...the south rim of the Grand Canyon." Not taking a run out to see Jennlynn, I bet," Vicky giggled."It'd be tempting," Aaron replied. "I haven't discussed it with Amber, but I doubt she'd think much of the idea. I mean, cut-my-heart-out-with-one-of-Jason's-knives-and-feed-it-to-me not think much of the idea." Well, you could," Emily said, half. So I finished washing, making sure that all of the suds were off my cock, which was still a little on the firm side. Through the shower screen, the room seemed empty. Steph was probably downstairs. It didn’t feel right boldly emerging naked from the shower in front of her, with my erection still at large, if she wasn’t interested.I stepped out of the cubicle and reached out for the white towel that Steph had left n the side for me.“What the fuck is that?” It was Steph’s voice, and she didn’t. I’ll admit I was a little nervous. It felt like a first impression all over again and even a year later I was still amazed that our relationship had turned out the way it did. Could I repeat that same kind of success again? I guess I’d just have to wait and see. I stepped onto the jet way and walked towards the arrivals area where I knew she’d be waiting. I stopped in the bathroom for a second just to make sure I looked presentable or at least as presentable as I could be after a 7 hour flight.. Beneath them, the damp fabric of his black briefs clung to his groin. As his shorts dropped to his ankles, the young girl’s jaw almost dropped to the floor. She looked ahead perplexed, astonished. The black man’s moist, sweaty underwear adhered to a somewhat “abnormal” bulk. It was big. It was enormous. She could detect the overly large shape of a twitching phallus beneath the big man’s sweaty briefs, bigger than she had ever seen or imagined before. Kwami didn’t waste any time; he sank his.