Royal. I watched as his wife moved her hands around my big clean shave balls. No! He is not close. You have such big balls…Buck! said Mrs. Royal. It... might help if you make him wet. I said. Mrs. Royal than tried to spit on my hard cock. She missed and most of it fell between her huge cleavage. I looked down. It was right between her deep cleavage. She than tried to spit again. The same thing happened. I glanced at her husband. He was rubbing his small cock inside his pants. I than grabbed the. .” she said diplomatically. “Stumpy is sort of wide for my back if you are in front ... If it is all the same to you.”Yeah, she and Qwit were going to ask me about getting married, I figured it would be about six months. She might even propose, to both him and me. Likely to me first. Especially after she met Abril and Cynthia and Gracie got back.I wondered about a “cupid’ routine for the proposal and/or the wedding. Valentine’s day might be too far ... maybe Halloween? I imagined Resha and. We exchanged pictures, talked in length about our general likes and dislikes, our sexual preferences, and health clearances. He had never been with a man before, but was also curious and he had never been in a three-some. We’d decided to meet up at a little sports bar for a few drinks, just as a get to know you, and see how things went and if things felt right. My lover and I were the first to arrive, both of us were nervous, excited and a little scared. Even though we had exchanged pictures,. She began stroking her strap on again, watching John giving himself head. He did have a nice big cock. She thought of sucking it herself, feeling it in her pussy, maybe. Both thoughts had her dripping. But she wanted to keep the mistress/pet relationship. She wanted John to be her toy.She got on the bed, astride John's body, facing away. She brushed his hand away from his dildo, removing it as she had earlier. She angled her own cock down, sinking it into his ass again. John groaned as he felt.