" So do I, but she said it was unrealistic." What kind of answer were they expecting?" Something like, 'I would light scented candles and wear a shear... gown. Slowly undress you while rubbing my nipples all around and give you a soapy massage, and then, if you got hard, I would wrap my leg around your thigh and slide it in.'" That sounds nice for a starter; maybe you should practice that on me." And then can we do the other?" We can do the other right now." Oh Goodie!"After taking the edge off,. On our feet in a figurative sense, if not a literal one. I think that we can both use a chance to sit down here,” I commented while devouring my Roast Red.“Yeah, well, I think that you get the idea ... and thanks for being sensible about my rambling ... and about the subject matter. I like how you see it. Pussy is pussy. Ass is ass. Dick is dick. Well, up to a point. I feel awful for men with micropenis, but to be fair, not all women are size queens. Far from it. But, sure, some are. It’s a bit. I just packed up and left. I don’t think I’ve even spoken to Kelly in at least five years.”“How long were you married?”“Must be twenty or twenty-one years,” David said as he tried to remember when they married. “We were both professionally motivated. I think we both thought that having a spouse could help our careers. I doubt that we were ever truly in love. Kelly is a lovely woman and exceptionally bright.”“Do you think you’ll ever get divorced?” Diane asked.“I suppose we would if it became. Just as I looked over I saw Whitney stand up, look over at the three of us, and then bent over the table we were all sitting around. My friend didn't skip a beat. He thrust his hard cock into Whiteny without skipping a beat. My third friend who had been left out incidentally was getting dressed. I felt bad, but everything had happened so quickly, and now Mary and Sarah were covered in my cum, and Whitney was fucking the other guy. He said he didn't want any sloppy seconds, and dipped out.