. God..." Warm breath washed over my cock. "It's HUGE!" Her hands enveloped my shaft, working it gently."Well," I muttered. "Not really..." My husband...claimed to be bigger than average," Rachel breathed. "He didn't have HALF of THIS!" He lied, then," I whispered, "I'm only a little over the average, maybe." He lied a lot," Rachel said simply. "Damn him! I was pretty sure from videos..." Rachel, really, you don't HAVE to..." I said, my brain still desperately trying to maintain a 'proper'. I said good-bye as the team was ready to move the party to a nearby pub for some serious drinking. I wandered around London for hours, both to think about the future and to sober up. I finally took a taxi home and found a note from Annie on the kitchen table. “Dear Alex,” it read. “I know how rotten this week has been, and I am truly sorry. I have really hurt you, and I don’t know what to do to make things better. So, I have gone to see my parents for advice. I know you will think that I am. Not where we were, not who picked her up. Not anyone's last name. Devon isn't that common of a name, but it's also not my real name. No one here ever used his or her real name. What can they have? A few sketches of us trainers. How accurate will those be? I don't know. Let's assume massively accurate. So fucking what? They don't know where to start looking. There are millions of farmhouses around the country. Are the 4,000 or so agents of the FBI going to kick down all of those doors looking. Priya was playing with my crotch. He noticed that. He left Priya & smiled looking at her. He then attacked her bare chest. He licked it wild, ran his tongue on her naked skin. Yes, yes. She was moaning. Yesssssssssssssssss. She groaned feeling my finger near her pussy. I rubbed her crotch then left her. Priya pulled his Vest out from his head. She then looked at his erect cock & smiled. Her boobs became more exposed as her total volume went upwards. Still her nipples weren’t exposed. He bent.