This is nice but it doesn't come and I really miss the feeling of a real one coming inside me.” This was an invitation no red blooded male could ref...use and I was no exception and quickly went and stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. “Well Mike,” she said, “is yours going to be that real one?” I couldn't believe what was hearing, a woman I'd known for less than an hour was telling me she wanted to feel my cock coming inside her. Of course it was a no-brainer and I quickly stripped. The very thought of something like that almost turning her stomach, but she was getting a bit of a sadistic kick in wondering if he was in fact some sort of a deviant pervert. After what she had seen and discovered him looking at, and then finding her doing what she had been without saying anything to her about it, and now all this ... she amused herself when considering his reaction to her. She leaned forward, replacing the small box back on the table, purposely fumbling with it, tipping it. I got my keys and headed out. “David’s a lucky guy,” said Ronald. “Thank you for that, Ronald. He is a good guy. We’re happy,” she said. “If I’d seen you first, well,” he said, and laughed, but it was a laugh tinged with something. “Yes, well, you Carter men are an attractive lot. I might have given you a tumble,” she said, she smiled, and her smile was likewise tinged with something. The moment passed, what ensued was a pregnant silence. “Stacey?” he said. “Yes?” she said. “Oh, I don’t. Went into a restroom to piss, and a guy was in there. I did a double take-- I thought it was Mike's Dad. Then I realized immediately it wasn't him,after I'd said hello. The guy didn't understand. I was being friendly because I hadthought he was someone else. But he kept on talking quietly, realfriendly. Started rubbing my arm. Then he took his cock out. I couldn't take my eyes off it. It was big and thick. The thoughtcrossed my mind that that's what his Dad looks like. I kept staring. .