THe water looks beautiful and clear with it getting deeper and larger as it moves to almost a hundred metres to the other shoreline. We dip our feet i...n and you lean on to my shoulder. I put my arm around you and you lie further against my chast. You hum creating a vibrating sense which follows through my body. i splash you and you scream hitting me hard again. You get up and splash me with lots of water giving me a devilish grin. I go for you and pick you up walking with you in to the pool. It was a truck stop and in the men's washroom, I saw that it did not have individual urinals. It had a long trough that could handle about 6 pissers.I stood at one end of the trough and started pissing. Soon another guy came in and stood right beside me.He says "Hi, how's it going?"I replied "Good, how are you?" I'm good too."He had hauled out his cock and balls over the top of his sweats and Icould see he had a normal sized cut cock but he had a g****fruit-sizednutsack. I saw that he was. *He* -- who had suffered blue balls 360+ days of each of the thirteen years they had been married because *she* refused to have sex, -- had not satisfied *her!* Did she think sex was a spectator sport in which the man "performed" to please his woman? Homer knew Angela had never had an orgasm, but was that just his fault? She never allowed herself to try!Homer knew he needed help but who? A woman, of course, a good Catholic like Angela, someone intelligent that Angela would respect, but most. Thinking I had to pee I told him I had to go to the bathroom. He said to relax, it's all good. He kept stroking my dick, and rubbing my nipples. I felt something building up, then suddenly my dick started throbbing and clear liquid shoot out of my dick. My head was swimming, and my breathing was short and quick. Mr. Baker stroked my dick till it stopped pumping. He asked if I liked it, with a silly grin on my face I mumbled out yes. Good boy he said, and wiped.