But the place does have a kind of magical quality about it.The house was locked and shuttered tight. It was not open to inspection or tours. My watch ...aid three thirty, and it was a bright, shiny afternoon.I guessed I had time to poke around a little.While wandering around the family cemetery, I thought I heard a soft voice, kind of whimpering or something. I walked around a large stone monument and found a young man, kneeling over a grave--the grave of a young woman. The tombstone dates. I saw her golden eyes. She was smiling at me and backlit by a brilliant white light.The images and sounds were coming faster now. Still out of sequence, jarring. Nothing flowed. But a familiar subject, lustful pleasure. Raw sexual sounds and emotions. Adrenaline running through my brain."Yes! Yes!"Not my voice. Definitely feminine. Definitely in heat of passion. Water. Lots of water. A bathtub filling to the brim. A steam engine bulging from too much pressure."Oh, fuck me! Harder!"Still not my. The naysayers are quick to say that the average penis is less than six inches long and about one and one half inches wide. Then those same critics go on to say, that, if swinging parties are attended, wives are serviced by those average sized cocks. The only extra turn on might be that they are, at least, strangers, and are not the husband of the specific female. The critics go on to say that is just the way it was, and is...My wife and I AGREED with the above assessment by naysayers. Standard. That hesitation however, lasted only for a few seconds as she wrapped her arms around him and got seriously involved in swapping spit with Bob. Her mouth was open and her tongue was seeking his.When the kiss ended, she put her head on his shoulder and said, "I don't know why I suggested scrabble. This is more enjoyable."Terri moved to kiss Bob again and she felt his hand cup one of her breasts. She knew her breasts weren't large but Bob didn't seem to mind as he rubbed her nipple. She thought.