I was rather glad that he was not going to require more than my mouth since I was feeling apprehensive about doing this to anyone let alone my own son....I looked at his penis it seemed rather large to me but I have not ever really seen one before since my husband and I only had sex in missionary position to procreate and in the dark. I bent over at the waist taking it into my hand. It was harder than I thought it would be and felt so strange and hot in my hand. Wondering if it smelled nasty or. ’ I made myself comfortable in one of the chairs next to the little table. ‘So tell me, Kevin, do you have a girl friend?’ I asked. He got a pained expression on his face and looked toward the window. ‘I went with a girl all through high school. When we graduated, her dad sent her up to Oakland to Mills College for Women. We kind of lost touch and last I heard, she was going out with a biker from Berkeley.’ ‘A good looking guy like you must have had girls all over you since then.’ ‘I’ve dated. I request ISS also to please bear with my long story & post my story as I send it.This is not just a true story of my life but also my problem & I am posting this story thinking that if anybody is out there who have had similar problem like mine then you can please advice me on how to go about the whole thing.I had posted this story on ISS some time back & many people must have read my story, but now I am including some recent incidents that happened between my wife & her boyfriend.This will. She wore a dark green satin blouse, black high-heeled sandals and expensive taupe control-top pantyhose. She was sophisticatedly accessorised with gold jewellery, earings and watch, red-painted fingernails and toenails and wore plenty of makeup.Her clothes were a tight fit on her large frame. Her breasts pushed against her blouse and jacket, and her skirt clung to her thighs; her skirt had ridden up her legs and the darker welts of her control-top pantyhose peeked below the hem. Her nylons were.