Yep, my dick is a grand total of 3 inches long by 3 and a half around. Hard.I now realise I hadn't made it any easier by naming myself 'Mr Massive'. I...n fact, I had hoped to get away with keeping my underpants on and keep the football socks I had stashed in my thong hidden. Unfortunately for me, the ladies of Scummingham WMC weren't going to let me get away with my deception.Scummingham Estate is rough. When I say rough I don't mean 'a few problems with anti-social behaviour' rough, I mean. "Would ... would ... would you care to join my husband and me over at our booth? She asked nervously. "Great." He replied; not sure where this was going. At first he thought maybe this was going to be an easy fuck. Now there was a husband involved. "What's going on?" he wondered."Ted; glad to meet you. My wife here, is Valerie." He said as he stood and extended his hand. Ted had been anonymous enough not to include their last names. "Marcel; Marcel Cain," the tall black man replied. "Your wife. Nighttime was the best time to get Laura to talk. There was something about darkness that made her reveal things, things she would never say if a light bulb was burning anywhere in the house. Darkness insolated us from the outside and united us as if we were one.Rosita took her to the den, a room off the front door that I had never seen.Once the door was closed Rosita flew into a hysterical tirade, blaming me for extorting her husband's signature on meaningless documents. She vowed that demands. Danny lived about 60 miles away from me but when I mentioned I was alone in the house for the week he suggested travelling to my town and meeting up. I asked for a picture of him and when I saw him I agreed straightaway, he was good looking, toned and from his picture, had a good sized cock.I invited him to just come straight to my house, at the end of the day we just wanted sex so I didn't see any point in meeting in town for drinks and wasting time. After I logged off I called Kat and told.