Nor could I figure out how to make myself comfortable. Posing. Hardon. Embarrassment. Like being back in the waiting room. Where was the year-old News...eek to complete the effect? ‘Just sit back in the chair and relax,’ said the grinning Lelanni. ‘You’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be.’ ‘Don’t I need to sit still?’ ‘No, you’re fine.’ I felt my body finally start to feel a bit more at ease, except where my boner was angrily protesting the rough fabric on the inside of my jeans.. They wear out. And your eye-socket changes shape, and a bunch of other shit happens that I don't know nothing about. But I know that Little Tony got a new eye every two years.Which brings us back to Big Tony, who liked his rum. He drank it with just a little ice, 'cause he didn't want it diluted with Coke or anything. And he didn't want it a shot at a time, either. Instead, he would get a plastic cup - one of those big throw-away cups, holds 12 or 16 ounces. And he'd throw some ice in there,. I looked over at him and he had this big grin on his face as he mouthed "I owe you buddy!" I gave them another minute or so and then cleared my throat. My wife opened her eyes and sat up straight. She looked guilty for a moment then smiled and downed about half of the martini I'd just brought. Another minute or so and it was my wife's turn for saucer eyes. Evidently she'd been running her hand along Rod's dick over his slacks and I'm pretty sure her idea of big and mine weren't the same. After a few minutes I stood up, keeping myself inside her, forcing her over the front of my desk and scattering files and paperwork everywhere! My thrusts grew more and more urgent as she spread her thighs wide open. At one point I slipped out of her and saw before I plunged back inside her that her vagina and inner labia were stretched wide open like a black hole from which was dripping a mixture of both our pre-cum juices; I smeared this sticky mixture on my hands and massaged it into her.