My wife and I were in Florida for only a week. We had been here three days already. We had arrived late on Friday afternoon. Time was passing and grow...ing shorter. If a person could fall in love in such a short time, it must have happened to me. I had fallen in love. I had known Erica online for over a year now, but this was our first chance to meet in person. It had been enough to prove to me that I adored her, and I knew full well that she shared that feeling. She told me so every time I spoke. I spend time with him, and look into his deep brown eyes. Sometimes lit with laughter, other times shuttered and shaded and filled with pain. I’ve seen the glint of tears more than once. And all I want to do is hold him, cradle him against me and draw his pain into myself, and infuse my strength and hope into him. But I can’t. He says that no one was there to catch him when he fell. He’s right. Yet my being there to help him back up means nothing. It’s too late, or so he says. I don’t. One evening while on vacation in Florida, we decided to stop into a local pub by the motel we were staying at. It was really crowded. I mean wall to wall people, it was difficult to get to the bar to order a drink. We finally made our way to the bar, it was packed. As we tried to get the bartenders attention, a gentleman said here you go, Im on my way out. So my wife slipped right up to the bar and I was able to squeeze in but it was tight. We ordered and were talking about our trip, there. Phil just stepped back to the foot of the bed and stared up between my wife’s still slightly spread legs. That’s when I noticed that Phil’s dick was really starting to get hard and one question was answered, it didn’t just get hard it grew! (With a dick as big as his, it was hard not to notice!!) “I’ll get some lotion” Phil said with a smile and left the room. When he returned with the lotion, I took it from him. Phil then held out his hands, I hesitated but then poured some lotion into Phil’s.