"David," she said. "Stop it."He stopped laughing, realizing he was serious."Look, Nellie, it's ... Whatever. I'm not here to argue the relative size o... my endowment or anything. Do you think I can say stuff like that to Angela? She's the one complaining about my size. But to you ... I can say anything. I can be honest."She wondered if she should be flattered, or if she should be worried about the state of his friendships. "God, I wish I could be like that with Weston." Well ... You could. But. It was organized by my elder lover Frank, following a sexy discussion with me.He placed an advert in a local newspaper advertising a lingerie party for men looking to buy gifts for their wives at Valentines.He said in the advert that an evening of demonstrations of glamour wear could be organized within the comfort and privacy of their own home. Saving the men any trips to department stores and also allowing them the opportunity to physically see the goods displayed before buying them.He had. I pull her Levis and pants down over her thighs and turn her round, the bitch bends over and holds her ankles, I smell her cunt as I spread her pussy lips exposing her hole to my long thick cock. My cock penetrates her cunt entrance and slides forcing her cunt to stretch open to accept my cock shaft. The bitch pushes back and forces all of my cock into her hole. Holding her ample hips I pump my cock in and out of her cunt, she's swearing at me, telling me how much she thought about the last. Come over at 4:00 with the beers. How's that?" That's fine," I say as I turn to go. "See you at 4:00.When you let me in you are wearing your usual sleepwear, a tank top and thin pants. Your nipples are already poking out. You follow my gaze."It's just because it a little cold in here," you tease.I'm wearing a t-shirt and shorts ... it's warm in your room.We sit on the couch, drink our beers and just talk. Most of the conversation is work related, discussing how the job went, what remains to be.