“So you’re saying you’re not totally sure?”“Mmm…”“Careful, or you might get what you’re asking for.”“I’m not! Stop, please?”...“If you insist. I’m more than done, as my shrunken little noodle will attest, so I suppose it’s only fair that I give you a break too.”“Thank you! That was fun, wasn’t it?”“Very, and it felt good too.” I cupped her breast, politely resisting the temptation to play with her hypersensitive nipple. “A guy can really work up an appetite keeping a horny girl like you. .. like that?” Her voice communicated that she had some idea what my hand was doing, and that it made her slightly nauseous.My brain got over being shocked, and realized that half the population doesn’t have a penis when they sit down to go number two. Or number one, for that matter.“I have to point it down, so my pee doesn’t shoot forward and come out all over the place between the seat and bowl,” I explained.She stood there, staring. My privacy meant nothing to her. That much was clear. What. We share cooking and cleaning and all the rest of it. Our lives are intertwined in a fashion perhaps not common to college roommates.He and I will not live together, at least not yet, but today marks a line we cross by choice and we shall not retreat. Our bond is unbreakable and it will last until we die, we know this, no matter what or who enters our lives. Or so it appears to me now. To him as well, I think.His cock is firm. It is fat with a lovely curve. The veins are prominent and I know. My wife and I are in our 60's now, and have done everything imaginable in our sex lives. My wife's family are nudists, counting our k**s and her siblings k**s, it is 4 generations of nudists. My wife's family are pretty well off. The house she grew up in is still owned by the family, her brother, and his wife. His boy and girl are married with their own families now....also in the lifestyle. They have a huge yard, with a big pool and total privacy. I was never invited to their family.