With his slapping hand, he began to pump on his cock like a well oiled machine…and the three quarters quickly became a full erection that Donna gues...ed had to be nine inches long if not longer. Against his scrawny frame, it looked all the more massive. She wondered how he managed to grip his hand all the way around it. Fuck…it’s got to be six inches in circumference! A guess based on knowing her husband’s was four and a half around. The length was awesome, but she marveled at his girth…so. After George went to sleep, I felt Breeze wiggling around and then she climbed up on my chest. I hugged her and felt nothing but skin and it felt great. She was soft, with muscles underneath. Her butt was nice and firm and smooth and she wiggled and giggled as I felt her all over.She kissed me and whispered, "James, I get you tonight."I kissed her lips and face. I nuzzled her neck and asked, "Do I get you, too?" James, Husband, you get me any time you want me. My wives have told me that I get. We think you’ll do nicely for us." How neat it was! Dorinda knew herself trapped by circumstances no one had contrived. Taking this engaging young man at his own face value she could understand the plausibility of his thinking. Now that the truth was out she relaxed into the depth of the chair and struggled absentmindedly with her handcuffs."What are you going to do to me? Chain me up to see how pretty I look?" Oh, that’s just part of it," Mark exclaimed with boyish enthusiasm. "You’re not a. Your brown, well-loved leather jacket that drove me to dig you so much in the first place. You smell like hope and promises (as much as a particular cheap cologne, rolling tobacco and leather can smell like those things), you smell like the happiest times of my early twenties. You smell like my Jack Kerouac novel, the dog eared-copy with the inscription I wrote to you about love and our lives and coming into romance like a car crash. I feel heavy and wet and all confused. I push your jacket.