I can tell it's good and hard."Peter deftly unzipped his jeans and took out his prick, his hand shaking only a little. He had an unusually large glans...at the end of his man-sized pecker, and it was wet and shiny from his excitement. It stuck straight up in the air."Ooooh, Jesus! Peter, you really have a nice one!" Joan cried. "Jack off a little, only don't come."Peter proudly wrapped his hand around the long stem of hard flesh, and pumped slowly up and down."God, Peter, it's bigger than your. .I fuck you. Slowly at first then, as your excitement builds again, faster. I am focused on you, wanting you to cum again. You don't let me down; soon enough you are calling out louder and louder, "Fuck me, FUCK ME, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" And over the edge you go again. It turns out that your juices, besides coating my cock, are also running down over your asshole. How convenient! I give your ass a little slap to have you turn over onto your knees. You willingly comply but I can see that this won't. " I'll make a fresh one." She offered reaching for the kettle.Over a cup of tea they chatted weighing up possible destinations things they would like to do or see, both remembering how this was how it used to be between them, both covering up their own secrets, their own agendas.Martin waited till just after half past three before he called Charles Chiswick."Hello Charles, Martin here." Curtis said you went home ill, are you feeling better?" Somewhat, still feeling a little queasy, I think it's. The two didn't talk to each other. They had been told it was best, right now, to not make contact. That was no problem for either one, as they were rather suspicious of the other at this point.As each knew, Kendall Jackson was not prone to rash behavior. For him to go missing was a very bad omen. It was an omen that would take considerable tact, to prove that they'd had no part in his disappearance.Their lawyers had gone over the district attorney's charges. Most were trumped up allegations..