I had almost finished my second giant drink, but I looked at Lori and said to wait a minute. There must have been 12-15 guys there. They told us the... knew that we liked more guys and that more were on the way. Lori and I just stood there in our thong bikinis - there was no way out. But that also had me so excited that I could feel my juices start to run down my leg. One of the guys noticed and pointed out to everyone that I was obviously hot to go already.There were hands on my bikini that. But considering I had my coat collar high and a Giants ball cap pulled low, I was being just as mysterious and hard to identify as Mr. Smith. Meeting an eBay contact sucks, I thought, maybe ever worse than Internet dating.“You’re right. I’m being stupid. Let’s start over,” I said. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Smith.”I extended my hand. Smith paused, but then accepted it. His grip was on the weak side, I noticed.“I brought what we discussed,” I said. It was a pound of the finest California-raised. He stepped back and waved me in, bending down to take my knapsack from my hand as I walked by. It was a nice house in a quiet neighbourhood, never giving away what would be going on inside. A sweet, portly woman with beautiful, flowing brown hair came into the living room wearing a pale blue peignoir set. “So nice to finally meet you dear,” she came right up to me and gave me a body-pressing hug. I felt her large breasts pressing against me, her nipples semi-erect. She released me and Henry. It is an elegantly indecent pose. I'm standing over her admiring the view. The dim light from the street light glistened on her which increased my feeling of power and control. She can see in my eyes that I'm savoring the moment. Her eyes are fixated on my large penis standing from my groin like a large piece of forbidden fruit ready to be picked and enjoyed. She can see that it is full of blood; she can even see the blue veins running through my hard shaft. My huge cock is something she fears.