He didn’t condescend my emotions with sarcastic pats on the back or overcompensate with uneven squeezes. He simply held me, firmly and softly altoge...her, and I lost any shame as I openly wept into him.These tears were as surprising to me as to the handful of eyes I was drawing from the bar, and damn it, I thought I had my shit together but it turned out it was splattered all over. I was broken, and as much as I didn’t want to be affected, I wasn’t fully at peace with what happened.Other than a. We had just reached the point where I was undressing her when the loudest ringing I ever heard pulled me out of it. I woke to find it was my alarm clock. I slapped it and turned over to try and return to my dream. But then I remembered. It was Monday. The first day of school. Shit!I hate school. I especially hate the first day of school. And worst of all that I hate is the first day at a new school. I would be a sophomore this year. It was the first day at my new High School. Nathaniel. ”“They have not!” she yipped. She meant to slap him on his thigh, but missed, and her hand landed on Bev’s, which just happened, at that moment to be squeezing the lump of his prick. Flo leaned forward and looked down at Bobby’s lap.“What are you doing?!“ she yipped at Bev, as Bev snatched her hand away.“Nothing!” said Bev.Flo looked back at Bobby, who hadn’t reacted at all.“She was touching you!” she accused.“It was just a bump in the road,” said Bobby. “It moved her hand, like it moved. After undressing we lay together on the lounge carpet and she raised her knees and opened her legs allowing me to enter her wet,warm pussy. As my shaft penetrated her cunt she cried out stop. I withdrew my shaft demanding to know what was up. Your prick was too long she replied. Curious at this we examined the offending shaft and finally saw that my prick had grown at least a thumb length (2.5") longer than it was. My wife not wishing to be harpooned by this monster decided she would ride.