He was a really nice guy and DID have a big cock like his friend. They introduced themselves, etc. and after a few minutes, he invited us inside where... it was air conditioned and much cooler. We went in and he closed the door behind us. He had nude pix everywhere of guys that he had taken pix of and he friend that was also there told him to show us his private photo album. The old guy then took out a big photo album and told us knot to tell anyone about the pictures we were about to see. He went. His pants were down below his knees as his right hand worked a really impressive and very hard dick. He was watching some tranny action and his left hand had a gold wedding band. Just the kind of open mindedness that I like in a man.After pulling my own pants down, I sat on the bench at right angles to him with my knee touching his leg. He was almost expressionless as we eyed each other’s tools. His was big and meaty looking; probably close to 7 inches with an impressive girth and a sweet. “I know that sooner or later, Deena was going to find out. I mean, it’s one thing to fool her for the odd weekend, but how can we fake ‘er out when we’re married and we live together?”“I know, baby, but if it goes off track...” I started.“Look, sweetie,” she said assertively. “You and me, we’ve talked. And I have mentioned to Deena a time or two that I thought you were, you know...” Assertive. Haley. I saw her playing bashful for her parents and I saw her sort of play the part when Deena was. She was young, in her mid-twenties, and had only recently taken her final vows. Her order was one of the few that still required them to wear a full habit, although hers hadn't received much wear lately. It remained neatly folded with her plain white underclothes on the dresser across the room, right where she'd left it two days before. Without her religious garb, the only thing unusual about her was the shortness of her fine black hair. She was of mixed oriental and hispanic ancestry leaving.