The black man told us his name was Barry.I could not resist the question. “Just how big is that dick of yours?”“By the look of your wife, it see...s to be bigger than yours”. When we got back to our car, they stayed outside having some quiet talk… Then Barry looked at me and said:“It is time for some piece of white ass for me…” He put his hand right behind Ana’s skirt, slipping a long finger into her soaking wet pussy as she whimpered in surprise.I stood there inside the car, watching him finger. Swimming towards the shore, Zack felt pleased with how excellent his arms and chest felt. As he swam to shore he thought back over how quickly he had healed, and how much of his strength had returned. He didn't know what 'ol Kekoa had done to him, but it was obvious the old Chief had some major magic up his sleeve. Zack then smiled to himself as he remembered since the Chief didn't have sleeves, it would be tough to hide anything there.When Zack came ashore he made sure it was far enough down. She knew of his "problem", but she didn't understand it. So, he tried to suppress it. At first, it seemed as all would be okay, but a couple of years into the marriage, Tom was getting more depressed. He felt betrayed by her. He began shaving his legs and trimming the rest of his body hair in jest, and eventually, he began having his body hair removed by laser. It brought him some release, and his wife never indicated that she minded it. She would, however, make snide remarks when he would make. After about twenty minutes of wild sex they both collapse back on the bed in exhaustion. The girl looks admiringly across at the swimmer in the dim light, his beautifully-developed muscles, tanned skin glistening with little beads of sweat as he lays beside her. At this point the swimmer slowly struggles up from the bed. He fumbles the lid off a bottle on the bedside table, pours himself a small shot in a glass and drinks it down in one gulp. Then he stands bolt upright, takes a deep breath.