When I stopped, and looked at them, however, the big one gave a hearty laugh. “What you see is what you get, honey. Interested in going out?”The s...aller one followed with a sweeter laugh. “Yes, indeed.” I must admit that my initial reaction to her was raging lust, quickly followed by a vague sense of connection. “I’m Joan. My friend is Carol.”JoanI saw a well-dressed guy, in excellent shape to the extent that I could tell through conventional clothes. He had wide shoulders, and a torso that. Needless to say, my erection slipped as I watched my beautiful naked wife engaged in a conversation while I stood there in front of her with my limp cock just inches from her face. She paid no attention to it, or me, as she laughed, talked, and inquired about Jenny’s first date with some guy she’s never met. I felt kind of upset and turned on, all at the same time. It makes me think, or rather justify, my feelings of not satisfying her sexually. She stood up with the phone in her hand as I. I want someone a bit more experienced than a spotty sixteen-year-old. Have you seen the new Chemistry teacher, Mr Sandell?” I nodded. “Now that’s the sort of thing I want. Except his beard is ginger. Oh, nothing against ginger hair, so don’t sulk, but a ginger beard makes it look like he’s tried to eat the cat. Lovely bum though, don’t you think?”I agreed of course. In those days, girls like me learned to hide themselves behind a disguise of being normal.“When we get back from this. “I have to wait,” he laughed. “It wouldn’t do you any good right now.”That caused her to look down at his groin. Even soft, it was twice as long as Sam’s ... maybe longer. It was wilted, but still formed a tube.“Yours looks different,” she said, again, not meaning to say it out loud.“How many have you seen?” he asked, his eyes twinkling.“Two,” she answered, automatically.“Do you think it would taste different too?” he asked.She reared back, shocked. She’d heard of such things, of course, but.