I said, you didn’t even see all of it that was only half”. She said I’m curious now, how big is it? I acted like I didn’t know and said that I... never measured it. She said with excitement let’s measure it now, you have a tape measure? I got up and got my measuring tape out of the bathroom and she grabbed it as she moved to the edge of the couch, I was standing and she said open up (my robe); I did but my cock was now only semi-hard. She surprised me by taking control of my cock and started to. I'm not like some of those assholes, who (even in a chat room) are only "Wham", and "Slam, May I fuck you Ma'am!" God no! The first time we chatted was for two hours and certainly it was about sex and relationships, but mostly it involved getting to know each other. The second time was strictly about our marriages, how they were and how they should be. But the third time? We made a private room in digicrap and fucked and fucked and fucked some more! She had me so worked up that on the first. "You total arseholes!" Becca growls, giving her brother a very hard-sounding punch on his upper arm."Hey!" Stuart protests. "Sorry, okay? It was Danny's idea anyway." Thanks, man," Danny sighs, before laughing as I give him a well-deserved punch in his arm."Arse. Holes!" I growl, which only makes Danny laugh even louder."...Yeah, go on," Jonathan sighs, before laughing as his adoptivesister- who's taller than everyone else on the bus bar him- thumps himhard in the shoulder. "Seriously though, I. We each had our routines. At Marc’s house we would put on music, jump on the bed that was down in the basement and prend to play guitar on his tennis rackets. At Steve’s house we would explore (he lived in an old manson) and try to watch his sisters from outside the windows. His sisters were older, in high school. One had a fire escape outside her room and the other one had a tree outside her room. We caught glimpses of them changing, in bra and panties and even occasionally naked. Once we saw.