“Come here!” she commanded.I was sober enough to know it would be silly to leave my boxers where they were. I bent over and pushed them the rest o... the way down, kicking them off. I crawled onto the bed.She guided me to lie beside her, not quite touching her. I just naturally got into a similar pose, except that I didn’t reach for her other pillow to stuff under my armpit. I didn’t know what to do, so I just stared at her.“Bobby,” she said, softly. “I don’t want to hurt you.”“I’m not hurt,” I. He took off his dick it quite small but was thick. Very thick. I said. Wow yaar. It is awesome. He simply smiled. I asked him If I could touch it. He gave a shocking look and boldly he said “why do you want to touch mine? You only have it na. And he laughed. I too laughed. Shocking he asked me if he could touch mine. Oh God. It was a pleasure for me. I said why? He said simply. I said okay. Touch it. Its hard He came near and touched it. Oh god my 6inches long dick became still longer. His dick. 38 from his closet, jumped into the pickup and began trailing Bonnie at a discrete distance.Bonnie took a circuitous route as she always did when she was meeting Richard at a motel. They seldom used the same one twice and Richard always registered under different names. Bonnie stopped briefly on the way and changed into the outfit. She smiled when she looked into the mirror after freshening her makeup and touching up her hair. The outfit made her look sexy and desirable just the way Richard. She was wearing an old concert t-shirt along with a mini skirt that had Brittney not been sitting where she was, I’d have a pretty good view to determine what color panties she was wearing. Her husband Jim was sitting next to my wife. Jim was a good looking guy, I had to admit; and while neither of the four of us ever really hooked up, we all enjoyed each other’s company and got along great. But somehow, somewhere, deep inside, Brittney and I’s psyche; we knew that we both would love to have.