Then my wife tells me to walk over to her face, and she tells me look at his pants.he has a hard on.and I turn around and could see a huge bulge in fr...ont of his pants.My wife then asks this artist what is the best way to tease my clitoris now when I have this rings.please show me.he looks at me, So all I can say is show her.in just that moment she lay her hands over he’s bulge.I can’t do that he says.my wife replied it’s okay.so he pulls down he’s pants and out comes a long cock not thick cock. " Why can't it be equal?" It just can't be. It never is. There always has to be one of you that cares more than the other. So far, it's been you, and you haven't been that happy. See how you like it when it's her that's always trying to get on your good side."I left Bea, going back up to my room. I locked my bedroom door, turning off my light. I liked the quiet that darkness always brings. I could think better in the dark because there were fewer distractions then. I thought about what Bea had. “Did you really finger yourself at work when we chatted a while ago?” his eyes narrowing as he stared at the sexy woman.Katie sat back in her chair as she gingerly held her wine glass in her hand, “Yes”“Did...” Toby’s hands were moving in his crotch, “Did you cum?”Katie felt her nipples hardening with each question, “Yes with my fingers.”“Did you masturbate at your desk?” he continued his questions with his thick British accent.“Yes, but I went to the ladies room. I couldn’t concentrate as I. "I'll just stay here Mike."As soon as the lady who Amiee treated as direct competition was out ofearshot she said "Mike I stayed so I could ask you something."Hearing that his friend had a question put Mike at ease. He so wantedthose two to get along and knew that they could have a little more of aone on one chat if they went to the restroom together. He might havebeen a man, but he knew that ladies used going to the restroom in groupsto talk amongst themselves."Go ahead." I was thinking that.