He saw me in the coffee shop and recognized me. We struck up a conversation and that led to friendship and THAT led to Ganju becoming my spirit animal...“Sorry, Ganju,” I said with a contrite look. “I’ve had some problems at home and it’s taken some time to arrange things before the trip.”“What’s so important that you can’t put it off?” he growled.“Another man climbing on top of my wife,” I told him.“Did you get rid of the body?” he asked.“Not yet. She’s still using it,” I replied dryly.“I meant. ............. my shorts halfway down my legs, and my cock standing upright, swollen and rigid, as Susie read me the 'riot act'. She called me a "dirty little bugger". Said that I should be "ashamed of myself", and that "I should find something better to do.........like homework for example!" I burst into tears, and kept saying how sorry I was. I begged her not to tell anybody...not a soul. I told her that I would do anything she wanted ......... anything at all. I must have spent a good ten. I did not find any one. I thought that his wife would be in our house and others had gone somewhere. I did not see him.I turned to return and then I heard his voice. He was singing. I walked towards that direction and I reached at my destination. He was in bathroom. He was soaping his body and singing with eyes closed. He was nude and I saw what I never expected to see. His over 7” long and thick cock was throbbing. This was first cock I saw. I have not started talking about man-woman. If she wanted to screw Rich, that was her own business. And besides, I found it kind of a turn-on to discover that my naive young girlfriend was more of a slut than I ever would have dreamed. She had cheated on me in my own apartment--I had to admire that kind of guts. If she felt guilty about it, then I'd just fuck Lorelei and make both of them feel better.I picked Lorelei up on my motorcycle. She lived with a couple of friends in an apartment uptown. I was shocked by the way she answered the.