She sat down so she was just inches from my face. She was very drunk, too. “I’m Honey,” she breathed. “I’ll just bet you are.” I licked my...lips. “Wanna see my tattoo?” she asked but didn’t wait for a reply. She stood up and pulled her dress over her head again. Black and red flames licked her belly just above a low panty line. “Touch it,” she more requested than told me. Who was I to deny this chick her wish. With one finger, I barely touched her skin as I traced the lines of the flames. Goose. "All you can eat fish night at the Happy hour?" I said"No silly," She said and punched my arm "We are going to swing."So on Friday evening we went to Amanda and Bills for dinner and some extra marital activity.Another couple was there Marissa and her husband Don. Marissa had olive skin and dark curly hair that hung down past her shoulders. In the right light and if I squinted hard she looked just like Marissa Tomei. Don was built like a human cannon ball. Shaved head and stocky. During Dinner. He put me down and I almost died. I noticed that in the midst of him picking me up, his dick had fallen through the hole of his boxers. His dick was soft, but still as thick as his sons and about seven inches long. That meant that his dick was probably the biggest dick I've seen to date. I can only image how big it gets once he is fully erect. "Oops my little man popped out. Back in the cave," joked Uncle Paul. Oh God, I hope he didn't catch me staring too hard, I thought to myself. * Uncle. ‘This is pretty good,’ she commented, stopping before a photograph of the New Mexico desert, hung strategically next to the sailboat-choked harbor in Newport, Rhode Island. He watched the muscles of her back and shoulders shift and move beneath the tight top. ‘Beautiful composition. The photographer must be well-traveled.’ ‘He is,’ Derek replied smugly. ‘Born in Baltimore City, he decided that wasn’t going to stop him from seeing the ‘endless waves of grain’ this country has to offer.’ She’d.