. and decided to take advantage. He slaps my bottom hard. “Rather undignified, don’t you think?” he says in a mock-British upper class accent. �...�I just fancied you when I heard where you were. First things first ... let’s have this out.” The dildo leaves me with a plopping sound. I feel momentarily bereft but also thankful. “Get hold of the pan and put your head down into it,” orders Hans. Oh, the b**st, the b**st, he was making it even more degrading. A real German pig! I get another stinging. They started kissing, and my wife reached down again to stroke him. He unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a very well toned body. He was kissing her neck, and lifting her skirt. He began rubbing her shaved pussy, through her knickers.When she undid his zip, I was shocked at what popped out. His penis was huge - 9 inches easily, and as thick as a soft drinks can. She could hardly fit her hand around it. She immediately bent down and took the glistening tip in her mouth, working it with her pierced. I loved him. He was a member of the family and a really good friend, all in one 6 foot package. As a teenager, I had even had a crush on him. I never let him know it, of course. Nat was 6 years older than me and even as a teenager, I knew it was a futile girlish dream.He had always been there though, allowing me to cry on his shoulder. He had even rescued me from becoming a victim of my own teenage recklessness by pulling an overly amorous boyfriend off of me just before "No" became rape. But. Anyway, patch left art school and we hadn't talked for a while after until "the serious event" happened. I was happy to find out that patch went back to another school which was a few blocks from mine. She had finished a degree in psychology and was already doing the whole therapy thing. She offered me a reduced rate when I would cone over to her home for sessions (or I'd cook), and we'd be hunky-dory. I was just really happy to be able to see my friend again.Since I've been able to see her for.