We can eat the strawberries and then have breakfast and then go home and visit the strawberry patch we both love. I wonder what Lynn and Blossom did l...ast night.”“They sat up waiting for us to come home of course.”We smiled at each other before kissing and snacking on the berries as we dressed. We packed our previous nights clothes in the bags that had been delivered to our rooms during dinner.“Paul? Do you really like those underwear? Do they really feel that good?”“Yeah, actually they are. She often brought work home, but it was very easy to get distracted there and find a reason to leave it for the next day. Robert left her alone to work, but she felt a little guilty not paying any attention to him and, frankly, when she was home she wanted to spend time with him. Even stopping for something to eat together would stretch to much more time, talking and laughing as they finished their wine, and leaving her with no desire to work. Robert did not even have to try to charm her or. Look and see." With that he twisted around on the bed to show his cock and balls sticking out of his white underwear. As he said, his dick was indeed thicker than mine, and whereas my cockhead was bigger than my shaft, mushroom shaped and bulbous, his was triangular with a foreskin he began to move back and forth as he masturbated.I knew this was wrong, even shameful, as the worst thing you could say about a guy back then was that he was queer, but as they say, "a hard dick has no. They were covered in vomit and blood anyway.”“How bad was I hurt?” I asked with a sigh.“Not really badly at all,” he confided. “No concussion, two stitches and a moderate case of alcohol poisoning. You’re fine now. If you’d opened your eyes earlier, I might have let you go home with your wife, but I was concerned as to why you were unresponsive.”I nodded. “I still have a lot to think about,” I admitted.“I’ll send someone around with a tray. It’s nearly dinner time. You’re probably starved.”I.