Boy was he wrong.Or girl. Whichever.The picture Roxanne started moving around. Her friends started fading out,and Will saw himself appear in the pictu...re. Just the imagination, he hoped.The picture version of himself and Roxanne started making out, and soonenough, the clothes came off. Roxanne grabbed the picture Will'ss cock.And that is when Will felt an odd sensation take hold of his own. Roxanneslowly started fondling it, and Will seemed to feel the same sensationsthat were happening in the. “Your man will be part of our arrangement, won’t he? Promise me?”Lots of sexual tension when we greeted Liz.Liz broke the ice as soon as she looked at my man. “I want to have sex with your lady. And I want to find out if you really are nine-inches and thick.”Always up for a challenge my man stands with his back to the wall and slowly opens his short, black silk dressing gown. Even flaccid he is five or six inches. Liz and he have eyes only for each other as he stands with legs wide apart with. She also recommended that Iremove my top to even out the tan. I felt exposed but followed her lead.Two hours later, we had a nice golden tan and went on to the nextactivity she had planned for the day.We dressed in light shorts and sports bras with a loose top covering upthe bra. Sockies and sneakers, pink baseball hat with our hair pulledback, sunnies and off we were on our bikes for along ride. Over thehills, through desert terrain, and back two hours later, sweating andready to finally. His mouth dropped open. "It's ... It's not?..." Yes Geoff, it's me," I said, putting him out of his misery.He stared at me in silence, his mouth opening and closing.At length he stuttered, "Allan? In God's name where have you been? And what's happened to you?" Shall we sit down?" suggested David.Geoff started and gestured to the easy chairs at the side, sitting in one himself. We did the same."Tell him, Allan," said David.I told him. I was getting good at telling this tale. Constant repetition.