"Jeff grinned, "Maybe he'll stop at a bathroom somewhere and relieve some of the pressure. I doubt if it will go down on its own after what all of you...did."Laughing, they headed for the back door.As the women prepared the evening meal, Jeff, Dave, Bill and Frank were shooed off to the living room. "Well, darn," Frank Wainwright said, "At least they could have let us sit in there and supervise," he joked.Dave propped his feet up as they all found seats and settled in. "I know they're talking. Many women accepted my request and amongst them was the queen of this story, Dimple.I messaged her and she replied. After casual talks, I got to know that she was 38 and had a daughter studying in college. Dimple was very sexy as it seemed from her pics. After some time, we shared our number and began talking on the phone. As time passed, I started flirting with her and realized that she liked it and enjoyed it so I continued with it.One fine day we decided to meet and she came in a low-cut. That's when I realized this in my mind:"Is... is... this a dude? Females don't talk like this."I typed back with a sense of curiosity:"Are you a dude? Just asking."He typed back yes. I wrestled with it. I thought about the idea."Should I do it? I'm not gay. But it does feel good to be appreciated on both sides. It could be fun."And so I typed back with a smirk..."I'll show mine if you show yours."He sent me a seven-inch throbbing erect penis picture. At that point in my life, I had never seen. She wore tight blue jeans and a casual white blouse—simple but elegant. Frank, however, discerned a dark shade over her and when they were waiting in line he simply asked, “What’s wrong?” Mary raised her eyebrows. “What do you mean?” Frank smiled, shrugged and said, “Nothing, forget about it.” But Mary didn’t let go. Subconsciously she felt what he was getting at. “No, no, tell me.” Frank looked at her. His eyes pierced through hers like he was trying to look deep inside her. “You can’t.