Completely spent and nothing left but panting and contentment we lay next to each other silence, feeling the endorphins move through our bodies. Once...my breathing regulated and heart didn’t feel like it was pounding through my chest anymore. I tilted my head to look at him, he turned to look at me and we smiled at each other, pecking a kiss still exhausted. Nosily the coo-coo clock squawked 2 a.m. He mustered the strength to reach over to the table and grabbed the beer now warm, and took a. When I am hard my schlong looks like a clitoris, but an aroused clitoris I must say. I see by the reaction by some of my words, that I could use more tasteful slang's for male gentalia. Actually I do use other words for my little stump. The ladies think it's cute when I call it my stuffed mouse. It is stuffed with filling and likes dark little holes, so I think that one is appropriate. Another one I often use is my pimple of pleasure. Yeah, erotic isn't it? I know, I know, you wish you thought. Sitting there in my short just inches from an older mans cock was making me really hot, I rubbed on myself as I gazed at the chubby limp cock. I started having crazy thoughts, thats when my horniness over came me and with my left index finger I reached out and touched his shaft.His fat cock reacted to my touch with a little jolt as my finger made contact. I pulled back, and waited for my heart to slow down its pace. I reached out again, keeping a close eye on his face, I made contact with. Just then her hand brushed his down. I knew she wouldn’t let things go too far. The music ended and instead of going back to the table, they went to the bar. He hoisted Susan up onto one of the stools. When she crossed her legs, her skirt slid back to expose her ass cheek. She had incredible legs and with the ambient light of the bar they looked even more sexy than normal. This fact wasn’t lost on her new friends either. They were getting another eyeful, compliments of my wife. Susan sipped.