"I wasn't, I wasn't aware you were there,"he corrected himself."Yeah, yeah, sorry," said Dale looking at him strangely. Had he noticedthe new lipstick...flushed Ashley, or was it just embarrassment having justseen his totally sissy underwear."Thought we might just chill and give the fishing a break," said Dale alittle stiffly."Yeah, sure," said Ashley, his appetite for fishing somewhat diminishedafter the trauma of his friend seeing him like that.Dale flopped down casually onto the picnic. Ogled maybe, but not arrested. I don't quite know why, but while your store has never carried outerwear in my size they have always carried underwear to fit my large frame. In particular, Sears has always carried stockings to fit me. Since you died before they were invented, you may not know what pantyhose are, so I'll try to explain. Someone decided that having to hook up garters to a stocking on each leg, adjust the straps and snap the snaps was too much work for a modern woman, so they. Then she heard it; a man clearing his throat. Her head whipped left, then right. Nothing.“I can hear you, you know,” she said, impatiently. She wondered if it might be Junior, the guy from work. But then someone answered and she didn’t recognise the voice.“I can hear you too.”The voice seemed too quiet and yet it felt so close. It took her a full thirty seconds to realise it came from the other side of the wall. Her first emotion was anger. Everyone on that side was an enemy by association. How. I turn to face him with my cock still out and he smiles and walks over to me. My cock is beginning to stiffen and he takes me in his hand and starts to wank my cock with one hand and slides his other hand around my arse and slides his fingers up and down the crack of my arse, finding my hole. I rub the front of his trousers and feel a bulge starting to stiffen, and I undo his top button and zip and reach into his boxers and pull out his cock. This guy has a big cock, not huge, but still big and.