“I’d much rather look at a hard cock than a soft one. How about you Jane? Do you have a preference?”“No I don’t,” she said looking me stra...ght in the eye.“I just like looking at cocks. When I’m looking I don’t care whether it’s hard or soft. For other activities, though, I definitely like them hard.”“Thanks,” I stammered. I wasn’t used to women being that direct with their sexual comments.Trying to change the subject I said, “Lunch was good. I’m think I’m going to lie in the sun for a bit and. I hope you'llmasturbate a couple of times so that hard-on of yours won'tbe a problem when we go out." Thank you, Ann.e" You're welcome, Mary. Enjoy." Anne moved to leave thebedroom, then I remembered."Anne... are the cameras still running?" Yes, they are. But I'll turn them off now. I give you myword. I want you to feel comfortable. I'll call you in anhour."She left the bedroom, and shut the door. I sat on the edgeof the bed, overwhelmed by what had just happened.The news that we were going. I got frightened and started sweating. Seeing my condition he left my hand and during dinner, he proposed to marry me. I told him, am agreed but my parents and in-laws should agree.Next day he came to our home and asked my hand to my father in law, who then and there threw Mustak out of the house.After lots of hot discussions between me, my parents & in law, I married Mustak and shifted to Bilaspur. After 2 years I gave birth to a boy. My in-laws consisted of me, my husband Mushtaq and my. ” Mind made up now. “So, yeah - this guy. I want to know what the girls at the tennis club are talking about.”Argument over, Elaine winning even if hubby doesn’t see it yet.“You’re telling he’s packing some kind of Frankenstein’s cock down there? Jesus, Elaine - if you want a fucking stud, I’ll buy you a stud. But this fucking guy?”Marcus bristled. Gave the guy the look, until he backed down; then gave the guy, the grin. Slow; lazy. Let him see the fangs. Let him see that monsters really do.