Footsteps approached behind him but he daren’t turn around. It felt like he was waiting forever, but eventually the footsteps ended two urinals down...from Mason. He still didn’t turn. He didn’t want to be let down, but out of the corner of his eye he could swear it was him. The off-white vest and the baggy shorts. He was almost certain.“Shy?” Mason heard him say, and that was all he needed to hear. He turned his head and initially was startled – it was the man. Only, he looked a little. The pea sized bump was now almost the size of a kidney bean and had a similar reddish tinge to it.Maryann knew that they could get nearly twice that big with stimulation. She recalled how Don, her late husband, used to suck and pull on them with his teeth. The memory sent such a wave of sensation rolling over her that her head started spinning and she had to grip the vanity counter for support. Bending slightly forward lifted the large fleshiness of her boobs off her ribs and made them hang. He gradually built up the speed of his fingers until, after several minutes, his hand was a blur. Her pussy was sopping wet and he knew she'd already had one orgasm, but he kept going. His forearm was getting tired, but he was fingering her pussy for all it was worth. When she climaxed the second time her moans were much louder than the first and he noticed her eyes were rolled back in her head. After a few seconds she regained her senses and said in a very serious tone, 'I want cock now.'. . I was always sexually turned on, even at a young age. I always heard people talking about it and a couple of times seen it on tv and walked in on it one time when my parents were doing it.. As time went on, I became more and more curious and the more me and my Uncle would wrestle the more I noticed I would start to get wet but try and play it off like everything was fine. He was 20 years older than me, a big strong man, lean, starting to bald, maybe 510, 6, I dont know. All I know was I was.