Goodness, imagine me, a married woman, even thinking I could turn on to the sweaty smell of a man I've just met!Nick took her at her word, rose and be...an peeling down the elastic apparatus. She could not help looking, and oh, goodness, that huge hair ruff, and now popping into view a soft but immense organ, fat and long, and the plumpest of testicles in a dark, hairy sac. She stared at the bulky cock and the strong odor of male musk made her nostrils quiver with excitement.Nick said, "Thanks,. They could have been on the bed, on the floor, they could have been in the kitchen for all I knew. I can’t piss with a hardon and I was all prepared to explain that when I heard, “Oooh, yeah, cover me with your hot pee. I want to feel it on my tits. Give me that hot golden shower.” I have never concentrated harder in my life in such a short period of time because somehow, within seconds, I willed myself to pee right there, hard dick and all. I controlled my flow with amazing skill, if I. You became the Ruth who regretted what she'd done,not the Ruth who went to ridiculous lengths to hide her bulge, the Ruth whorevised for her A levels knowing that even if she passed them she wouldn'tbe going to university, the Ruth who was bludgeoned down the aisle toexchange vows with a guy she couldn't stand. Besides, I read a transcriptof Trish Hodgson's debriefing. I'd let you see a copy, but--" It's classified," we say together.And look at one another and laugh.We've never done that. His hand did feel good on my breasts as we kissed on the sofa. Then his hand moved off my breast as he put his arms around me, pulling me to him as he tongued me deeply and unclasped my bra in back. Well, Mister Weber has been down this road many times before, it seems. His hand was now rubbing up and down on my bare breast as his fingertips began softly tweaking my nipples which were already very hard. I moved away from him and pulled my top off along with my bra and sat back as he looked at.