My wife's beautiful calf, herbeautiful foot...rubbing Mr. Stanton's huge foot, thick massive calves.My wife's stocking foot, rubbing my stocking clad ...eg. I look down at myred toe nails sticking out of my pumps, thin hairless calves wrapped insilky nylon. I'm holding a filthy sponge in my hand, a sponge covered inthe stale piss of another man.I turn on the water to rinse the sponge, reminding me how Mr. Torressounded like a racehorse as he stood pissing like a man, the sound of mytinkle as I. I wasted no time in addressing the letter to myself at my grandma's house and calling her to look out for my letter and save it for me. I knew she would not open anything addressed to me if she knew I was expecting it. Friday evening came and I was waiting at the burger joint. Joliet arrived with another lady boy in the passenger seat, she got into the back seat and stretched her long shapely legs across the seat. Joliet introduced us 'David meet Shelia, Shelia meet my very special boy toy. "You can do that?" she asked."Watch," I said as I replayed my memory of waking up. Then several scenes from the hospital, and the part about the Russians, and bits of each of my family."Wow!" she said. "They must really love you." Why don't you come eat breakfast with us and find out for yourself," I suggested. "But I'll warn you. The girls can be pretty risqué at times." That sounds like fun!" she laughed.Her laughter fell on my ears like tiny drops of heaven on my heart."Danger! Will. Like the dutiful wife she was, Allie had sex with her husband. As it had for years, his cock comfortably filled her. She knew how deep he would go and how long he would last. Sex with him was still satisfying.Even as they pumped against each other, she thought of Jake's cock. It was not cock size that brought images of him to her mind. It was something she could not explain. When her husband came, she thought of the volume and vitality of Jake's sperm.A few days later, she watched him pull into.