I found myself zooming in on Scott’s cock. Mine at 5" is quite small, whilst Scott’s was a good 1.5" longer and, as in so many photos I had seen o... his cock, he was shaved.I am not gay, but I found myself staring at Scott’s hard prick, I had never seen another man hard in the flesh before, let alone seen one slowly wanking. Scott stared at his wife and said, "Come on, girl, lets get those knickers off and see how wet you are today, looking at Pete sitting there with his prick in his hand." My. I went on a couple of first dates with kind, intellectual men with good finances, and followed my old ‘this is my preferred type of partner’-pattern. But somehow the Danny Disaster had changed me, I just didn’t trust as easily, and I didn’t let the first dates become second dates. And I didn’t love. I’m not sure if you can understand what it feels like not to be able to live and love fully, when you’ve been living and loving to your heart’s content all your life. A rather large part of you is. I put lotion all over my body from head to toe and pumped a few sprays of Calvin Klein cologne onto my chest and neck. I grabbed a pair of bikini briefs from my clothes bag and headed down to the living room. I only had about five minutes left before uncle Paul would be home. I lay across the couch on my stomach so that my ass would be in full view when he walked into the house. All I had on were a pair of my yellow bikini briefs, so getting to this ass will be easy access. I heard keys. So back to the story. Kim and I were talking but the whole time I’m thinking to myself that this lady looks so familiar I just couldn’t put my finger on it. We walk inside and she invites me to sit with her friends from work. She had me sit next to her and I introduced myself once again and we got on with talking and that’s where it hit me – one of her coworkers said that’s why the k**s love you Mrs. Jones and everyone started laughing.Kim grabbed my arm saying, “Let’s go smoke.”We walk outside.