Manly. The confining item had put a definite mincein my step. Was it physical or psychological? Or both? I didn't knowbut I couldn't control it. ...n a frustrated state, I pleaded with myeyes. Bertram patted me consolingly on my bare shoulder. Ernest ruffledmy hair. Then gave it a critical appraisal. And went and got a comb,brush, and hairspray. For a few minutes he worked on it. Then theymarched me to a closet and swung the door open. There was a mirror onthe other side. I gasped. . He wore slacks but I could see the mass of muscles and the power of the thing as soon as he turned to shake hands with Thomas. Even at rest it dented in at the sides and I longed to squeeze one of his cheeks like a melon. Most of all I wanted to watch it pump fuck. I have always drooled at the sight of a big muscled man’s ass as he pumped his cock into a woman’s cunt: “Huh, huh, huh, huh”. I’m getting all wet now thinking about it. I’m also getting way ahead of myself. He was handsome with. He just said, ‘come with me Dave’. They got into a van that was waiting outside his flat, it had sliding side doors so was easy for them both to get in. There were no seats in the back of the van so they sat uncomfortably in the van as it sped off. Dave couldn’t see the drivers face but he looked to be a big guy also.They drove for maybe ten minutes out of town then turned down a narrow farm track for a mile or so. They came to a big farmhouse and the driver stopped outside. Light were on all. Now most people think most rugby women are big and butch totally the oppisite with my mother in law small petite very well spoken. not rich just knows how to behave in public.Well this particular weekend my wife had been booked on a hen do to benidorm. so i was left with the k**s. i decided to ask my mother yo have the k**s over night so i could make a afternoon and night out with a few football mates.Haveing a good drink in town i bumped in to my mothr in law with her sister in law my farther.