Several years ago my husband Len and I became friendly with a couple named Ellen and Sal, shortly after they moved in down the street.
We enjoyed doing things together, and often dined at each other’s homes. On warm summer nights we often sat out on our deck, drinking wine and talking. On these occasions we kept the lights off, to keep the insects from annoying us.
Sal and Len regularly played golf and racquetball together at the club, and I was quite interested when, one night in bed, Len started telling me about what Sal’s dick looked like when they showered together.
“You should see that thing, honey,” he told me. “It looks like it belongs on a farm animal instead of a man. Honest to God, the thing hangs down halfway to his knees, and it’s bigger around when... Read more...