” Diondre lifted a shoulder in a shrug and straightened. “So, can I pee?” “No! I need to shower. Go pee upstairs, and leave me alone!” Saman...tha stood and shoved on Diondre’s chest, just hard enough that he stumbled back and blinked as the door stopped a mere inch from his nose. She huffed and finished undressing, stepping into the thankfully still-warm spray, tugging the curtain closed as she tipped her face up to the raining droplets. She set her hands on the slick tile wall and bowed her. Then, to her slightly pudgy face, crows feet under her eyes, but a very cute nose and mouth just the same; with cool brown eyes, and curly brown hair evident of a recent shower. "Man!" A part of me is already thinking, "This is -- just too good to be true!" I'd already been with older women. Once a neighbor of mine but she'd still been in her lower twenties. The other, one of my first lovers, had been only twenty-eight. So, little did I know, about what the female body was like when more. I had some smelling salts on the table and quickly grabbed one ampule. I jumped at the smell, but it revived me. I was losing blood and decided to take a drink of water. As I drank about half a glass and felt better. I was parched. I just stood there looking into the mirror wondering if I could take the next step and plunge a full size 10 in blade into my gut. The floor was covered and speckled with blood all around me. It was shockingly beautiful and brought home the reality of my work. This. “As for an answer, yes it does hang below the level of my testicles probably by about three inches which means that it hangs to about here,” I added allowing my hand to rest against my leg adjacent to where the tip of my cock hung when I was naked.“Oh my,” she said, glancing down at the point where my hand rested against my trousers. “Can I ask why you’re so curious about how well hung I am?” I asked somewhat crudely just to see where it would lead. “Jack and I, that’s my husband, have been.