A few naughty photos were exchanged and we decided on a second meet, though this time with a potentially naughty agenda.So I ended up back in the same... bar with her one Friday evening...she had an air of being a little nervous but chatty and excited. We were getting on well and I did have a little glimpse at the hint of cleavage she was showing. I passed a cheeky remark about it and she gave me a little flash of the black underwear she was wearing with a little giggle.After a couple of drinks we. Her breasts, D cups, were firm, and her waist was tight and muscled. fletcher leant down and wrapped his lips around the right nipple and Stephanie let out a long moan of pleasure. never had anyone touched her like this. her hands found fletchers chest and Stephanie pushed him away, getting on her knees and tugging Fletchers belt loose, dropping his trousers revelaing his cock. she gazed at it for a while, a little over 7 inches in length bending slightly to the left, to Stephanie it was the. Later still, her marriage broke down irretrievably and to our immense surprise we were both free at the same time. We met up, as we’d been doing for years, and as always we enjoyed each other’s company immensely. We knew enough about each other that we often finished each other’s sentences and often seemed to know instinctively what the other was thinking. Still nothing happened. This was due in part to the fact that we’d spent years telling each other that ‘we’ would be a disaster, done of. In other words, I would still be able to get it up and get off with my dick. I begged and pleaded with the doctors to fix it so I could still pee normally but they did their best to explain that this was something medical science was still unable to do, repair a urethra.So it was that about a month later I left the hospital a partially emasculated male; one who could still get a hard on but who had to sit down to take a leak. My fianc?e Julie stuck with me throughout this entire ordeal,.