Their balls hang nice and low from the hot water and the soapy lather seems to make them look a bit sexy in the mirror. And I guess looking in the mir...or across from the shower I thought so too. As I was admiring myself I turned sideways to see how my cock looked and then turned with my back to the mirror and put my foot up on the shower stool and bent over so I could look between my legs and see how I looked from that angle. I reached down between my legs and pulled several times on my cock,. I was physically injured, which is why I spent so long trying to protect myself.”“What are you talking about? There was no one anywhere near you.”“Then how do you account for my injuries? Granted, there aren’t many photos of me from before the incident, but I was fine beforehand.”“Were you really?” she said. He didn’t stop walking.“Despite what you’ve decided, not everything is apparent on the video. If you’re here to accuse me of something, say it and get it over with.”“Dad,” she implored.. Needless to say I got hard and was rubbing myself thru my shorts. But of course to rub myself thru the material wasn’t’ enough and I soon took my shorts off and knelt there knees apart with my rock hard cock in my hand. At this point I have to say that from my younger days I was rather well endowed (so I’d been told) and my 7” cock was soon slippery with my juices as I stroked up and down slowly enjoying the feeling and the sight of the pics in the magazines. I had just picked up a new magazine. Carol and I fucked a lot and talked a lot. She kept reminding me that Ray might be different from Jim. Finally Friday night arrived and with it — promptly at seven o’clock — Ray pulls into the drive. Carol and I decided to use the family room. There was a soft rug on the floor. We had the lights down and the music soft. Joints and booze were ready.Carol was wearing a miniskirt — thigh high — and also a tank top. No bra or panties. Spike heels, of course, to make her legs look great. She had.