I see someone just at a easy strolling along the path. They get closer and I see it is a mid twenty Hispanic male. He had this walk of confidence abou...t him I kept studying and massaging my balls. Looking up time time again as he got closer. He pass's in front of me I was checking him out and slowly rubbing my cock and balls. He has a nice build about him, broad shoulders strong hands no gut he was pretty lean. A few minuets later he comes walking back the other direction. I keep watching him as. Not at all leaning towards drunk but just relaxed and warm. I pulled him back for another kiss, my arm going around his neck. For the next half hour we continued to neck and our hands began to wander as the warm, mellow feelings spread through us.But our actions were also beginning to arouse more passionate responses. It had been cool when we entered the tree house. Not really too cold but probably in the sixties. I knew it was supposed to drop to the low fifties later that night but with the. There was no way I could say no to her. It wasimpossible. "Yep, Mum. I guess you're going to have your Deb Ball after all!" Shehugged me tighter than she had ever hugged me, I guess she was proud ofme.And so there I was, standing on the coffee table in the TV room, pinsfrom the old toffee tin stuck in various places on the bodice of thedress. Standing so high on the table in a pretty, white dress I feltlike the little bride on top of a wedding cake. I told that to Mum, butI guess she was too. “Really”, I said as I had never had a conversation with my wife about the size of my cock. “I thought size didn’t matter”, I continued playfully.“Well it really doesn’t”, Suzan expounded, “but it is a nice bonus.”I nodded my head clearly wanting to hear anything else she had to say.“Actually, it really turns me on”, she said almost being shy and then she leaned in and whispered, “It turns Rosa on too.”“What else did she say?”, I responded.“You’ll just have to ask her yourself, she’ll be here in.