Ever since I met Ed, I always seemed to seek his approval. He is everything I'm not. He's 6' 2" tall and muscular. I'm only 5'7 1/2" tall.I've seen Ed... in his speedo and know he has an impressive package. I, on the other hand was cursed with a bit less than the average 5" dick. So I understand Lara's fascination and desires. I've tried every gimmick there is to enlarge my penis. Pumps, pills, nothing works as advertised. With a little dick and unable to fertilize my wife's eggs we had discussed. But she wasn’t really into it.What club is this again? She couldn’t remember the name, or if she had even been here before or not. Ever since Jonathan…No! she rebuked herself. We are not thinking about him tonight!Some guy calling himself Stefano brought her a drink which she quickly downed. He took that as her having fallen instantly in love with him. She caught Emily’s eye, though, who proceeded to run Stefano off the dance floor.“Thanks hon!” she hollered to Emily upon her return.“Anything. Mmmmm-hmmm."Mark's words were hypnotic. Ed did feel the butterflies. (S)he did wanthim, and the feeling, the hunger seemed to be slowly growing."Yeah. I get you hot, don't i, noelle? Huh sweetie? You know I do. Givein."He unbuttoned the top button on his jeans as he spoke and slowly unzippedhis fly."I know you get me hot, you little minx. The second you opened that doorI wanted to tap that ass, mmmmmm. Goddamn you make me hot. Give in tome."As mark pulled out his dick, ed/noelle didn't even. ” Andrea admitted with some pride. “Pity for you.” Andrea tried to ignore the ghosts mocking attitude, and decided to try another tactic. “Why do you miss your husband, did he leave you.” “Yes.” The voice whispered, sounding like a summer breeze. “Did he cheat on you?” “No…” The voice stopped for a moment. The waves lashed against the sand, the hiss of the water, coming out as a slow moan “disappeared.” “So what was it that your husband did?” “He was a sailor.” “A sailor?” Andrea thought that.