Everyone there was dressed much more casually – jeans, shirts and pretty frocks. I recognized his foreign presence immediately, the only person at t...e table I knew I hadn’t met before. As I went through the motions of apologizing for my lateness I couldn’t help but sneak glances at him. He wasn’t particularly good-looking, per se, but he had a pleasant physiognomy. Cute-ish, in the right angles. He was tall, though, and tall is always good. Tall is always fantastic. Perfect for those days where. . . she told you how big my penis is and you can see the difference from before. . . . when I wasn’t turned on.” If I can move this into a sex education session for Sandy things may work out. “All I have to do is think about sex. . . . . or talk about it and my penis gets hard. . . . . like this.” I look down at this off-kilter scene, standing nude in front of my sister, my erection pushed in her face. Cold fear continues mutating into spectacular arousal – my penis is incredibly hard and seems. He was thankful for that. Grateful, in fact. Because, in a few moments he would have David's cock in his mouth, and he knew he would be moaning, and there would be the wet sounds of flesh being licked, and jerked, and sucked. Aaron settled on to his knees and tried to ignore the nervous, queasy sensation in his gut.David leaned back against the couch and sighed. He shifted, spread his legs more. His erect penis wobbled in the dark. He reached out and placed a calloused hand on Aaron's. I appreciate his honesty. But what about the poor innocent sap who comes in after us and wants to buy a nice, reliable Honda?Josh looked around and was drawn to a sweet looking car I know at a glance I can't afford. He pointed it out to Boyd and said, "Tell me about this one." Good choice. That's a real cherry. It's an '01 BMW Z3. It only has forty-five thousand miles on it. I have the maintenance records for it and I can swear it was never in an accident or a flood. It was owned by a local.