I've finished changing, and we're in the bed again, only we're both wearing silk nighties. I put my arms around Janelle, and tell her that no matter w...at happens, I still love her, and she says she still loves me. I kiss her, but we pull our bodies together, I find myself paralyzed, unable to do anything. She says it happens to everyone sometimes, but I realize that it's worse that that, because it's not just that I'm not responding, but because I don't have any idea how."Then time shifts. We rubbed our shorts over our raging pricks. "Take them off!" she cooed to us. We didn't hesitate. As the shorts came off, I could see my wife's eyes bulge. She looked in amazement from one to another, as if measuring their immense size. She stopped dancing and approached Bulldog, gazing at the fat black trunk of his penis waving in front of her. It looked like a big rubber baton, thick as her arm and dripping with pre-cum. She reached for it and had to grab with two hands to get hold of it.. He kissed her engorged clit and gently sucked it. With that she succumbed to the crashing waves of her orgasm, pinned to the bed by the sensation as surely as by her bonds. When her orgasm subsided -wonderfully prolonged by his tongue and fingers-she looked up to see him undressed and standing beside the bed. His cock was bigger than she'd guessed, and nearly erect already. A small drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip. "Suck it," he commanded. Without waiting for her to obey he grabbed her by. I have never had plastic surgery and don’t intend to, I curse and apparently drink like a sailor, which reminds me,’ and I take another drink from my glass, ‘and I’m just not… I’m just not…’ Anna shakes her head, searching my face for my next word. ‘Just not what?’ ‘Equal,’ I finally say. ‘I’m just not fucking equal.’ She stays silent for a moment, considering this word. ‘I understand that this is an intimidating scenario. I don’t know how I would feel were I in your position…’ ‘Unworthy…’ I.