I wasn't satisfied now. The one who have wants more they say. And I wanted more! I wanted to exploit the situation as much as I could. This may well b... the last time I ever had the opportunity to look at my friend's wife.I looked at her bikini-panties and saw that they were tied together at the sides with two loose knots. My hand trembled slightly when I reached for the strings and pulled them, very cautiously and I watched her face as they became un-done to make sure she didn't wake up.My hand. Rubbing my crotch he asked how about here, I said it felt funny. How he asked, I said when he rubbed there my dick started getting hard and it felt tight. Well, he said, let's him check the measurements again. He went to get his tape,coming back he said to take everything off so he could make sure his measurements were the same as before. I pulled the shirt and pants off. He checked my arms and chest, then my waist. He said to take off my underwear and stand straight up with my legs apart. He. Mom had never married Dad, you see, so she kept her maiden name until she wed him ... Jerry Larson. A bruiser whose family came over from Sweden, and Mom being Mom, she picked the least likable member of the clan. He was a professional boxer turned trainer, sparrer, and bouncer. I liked boxing, but he looked and acted like he took too many hits to the face or head or something.This was all fucking weird, especially given how much I now thought of and recalled despite never noticing before where. I felt him stretching me down there when he slipped a second finger in, I was already wet which made it easer for him to finger me. When he pulled out his finger, I had a feeling of emptiness that needed filling. Tyler pulled my thong completely off and threw it on the floor, then he started to unzip his jeans and pulled them down to his feet. I started to get nervous. When he pulled his boxers off I could have fainted. This rock hard thing stood tall pointing to the air and it was at least.