” “General…really.” I say smiling. “Yes Dave I know you were looking at the horse all along.” “General how are you today.” Trying to c...ange the subject.“Come with me my boy. I have a proposition to put to you.” I follow the limping General over to the BBQ area to sit. “I won’t beat about the bush. Lucy is a physical woman.” He puts a hand up to silence me. “She hasn’t had real sex since my unfortunate accident. You have been on your own now for a couple of years. Lucy likes you a lot. For my. That story you told me about the woman who claimed she saw a monster from the train, remember? Yes. Tom Pfeiffer has a marine biologist visiting, to examine an object found on the beach. It turned out to be an empty egg sac, but a VERY large one. I don't know the size, but something like ten times the usual size; that sort of order of difference."She listened to the response, then added, "Yes, I do think the woman's story should be investigated further. Basic data, such as location of the train. “We’ll have to take care of this though first,” she told him taking hold of his erection. Karen guided him to the bed and helped him lie down before squatting down at his side with the device and a packet of wipes. He watched in silence as she opened the box and laid out the fittings on the bed beside him. Taking his cock in her hand she moved closer to him. “So, your chat with Leon went well then?” He nodded. “You... you’re okay with leaving us on our own on Friday night?” she said softly. My thumb slowly rubbed the thickess of its glans. I watched my hand stroking, rubbing, his cock getting more engorged with blood, responding to me. He reached over and unlatched my briefcase opening it so that it provided a barrier to anyone in front of us. I held onto him, I couldn't let go. It was at least 6.5 inches of hot, hard, smooth, beautiful cut cock. I wanted to be the painting, both penis and lips. My head moved forward, my lips pressed against the end. He moved toward me,pushing.