I laughed about it a little nervously, but didn’t think much more of the incident until later that night. My wife and I were getting sexy and s...e was slowly strok- ing my 5 inches when she mentioned the size of Steve’s cock again. She wondered out loud how big it was hard. I told her that I would ask him if she wanted to really know, thinking to shock her out of this silliness. She giggled and seemed to forget the whole thing and we had some great sex that night. . Mark told me, "I think you've found the fountain of youth down here, Chuck. I'm beating up seventy-five, but feel like forty-five or fifty. I've been having checkups every six months and know I'm still in good health. My lovely wife and I are a couple of very happy people."We went up to the house where I joined Steve, Dewey, Tom, and Wanda. We had a drink together while I was still marveling at all that Mark had showed me. Dewey asked, "Now that you've reconnected here, can we take a quick trip. ”Before she could go any further, Matthew burst back into the room and thrust a blister pack at her.She dutifully took a tablet, then another to make it look authentic.Matthew went to the window and stared out. Karen joined him and stood very close. She touched his arm when she spoke and then she stroked his back: subtly, gently, but definitely. Constance knew her friend was on the case. She was amazed at her own brazenness and willingness to confide in this woman she hardly knew. But she felt. Taneesha's braids reminded her a little of Randi, who wore them most of the time. I just die for braids, she remembered.But she also remembered that Deshona hated Randi, and also seemed to hate her braids, which to her made Randi seem falsely vivacious, reckless, even cheap, maybe even too 'ethnic' also, a stigma in Deshona's eyes, something she had tried to rise above by brains and style and business sense.Oh well, I'm only speculating, Laura realized. She stood behind Deshona in the bedroom.