Did this mean what I thought it meant. Could it be? I tore off his sock and then the other boot and sock as well.As I dropped the last sock, I noticed... that it was darker in the sleeper than when I had started. I looked up and all I could see was a heavy brass buckle with a 2 1/2" black belt holding up thick, worn blue jeans. What took my breath away was the size of the package! I could tell that his dick was already half hard, but extended down his left pant leg to his mid-thigh. It had to be. My wife cleared her throat, and I felt her thigh quiver slightly to my touch. I was now aware although not quite sure that the man had actually began to move his hands over the erection under his trousers. By this time, it was obvious he had lost interest in the film but still he was attempting to not make his sneaking-a-peek look too obvious. I felt my wife's hand close around my own concealed cock. "Hmmmmm you're really hard, she whispered, snuggling closer to my cheek. "I can feel it. Walking in, I expect you to be waiting at the door like a puppy. If you were as turned on as I was, all damn day, I’d be waiting at the door for you. But you weren’t there. I say… “Hi. You here?” I hear your reply from down the hall, “I’m in the tub. Come here.” I walk in and see you in the middle of taking a bubble bath. The half of a bottle of wine tells me you’ve been here for awhile. You look at me as I admire your soft wet skin with that same look as this morning. You look down. Of course they did not know the details and all I told my mom is that it was over and done. I told her that Jennifer and I would never get back together and at that time I really meant it.With my college over for the summer I went home for a week and worked with my uncle on repainting my Nissan Pathfinder, which we had been totally restoring over the last year and a half, and we also finished restoring my old 1980s Kawasaki Vulcan motorcycle. It was good for my mental state to have some.