I was born into a middle class family and I have always been a decent looking k**. Not striking, mind you, and I did not stand out in any way by my lo...ks, but I was what you would call a "nice looking boy" while I was growing up.I had tried the usual assortment of sports as a k**, and I did reasonably well with most of them, but again, I was not a standout. I was blessed physically, and it is what has led me to my good fortune. I was born with a large cock, one that was not overly long, but one. When the drinks arrive, we raise our glasses and toast her. She smiles her approval. I decide it's time to make a move. I walk down to her seat and thank her for the drinks and ask her if she would like to join us. In a smoky, almost Southern drawl accent, she agrees. Her voice alone has me excited. I help her out of her seat and I get a chance to check out her body. Definitely what we're looking for tonight. As we approach Vanna, I move my drink over to the vacant seat beside me. That will. She had 38c size breasts, which she thought were perfect for her body frame. She cupped her breasts and turned to one side admiring her thin waist. Her long legs. OK enough of this she thought climbing into the shower and turning on the water. She grabbed the soap and lathered her hands up. She ran her hands up and down her thin waist. She started moving more slowly and was thinking of him again. Rajesh! Thinking of all the things she wanted to do to him. Without even realizing it she was. ‘Mark! What happened! What have you done!’ Rebecca – my mother-in-law - was, understandably, very upset and angry.‘I’m sorry, Rebecca – the plates slipped out of my hands…’‘Jesus, Mark – you need to be more careful! What you need is a bloody good hiding!’ she said in exasperation. My heart missed a beat - she was undoubtedly right. I’d love my mother-in-law to give me a good hiding. I couldn’t agree more. Wasn’t going to happen though.‘God, I’m sorry, Rebecca. It was an accident…’‘I don’t care.