I asked her, "Truth or Dare?"She answered, "Dare."I dared her to take off her bra. She smiled and reached under her tank top to pull her bra off over ...her shoulders leaving her tank top on. Without her bra I could make out the outline of her nipples that had hardened and were standing at attention. She tossed her bra at me and I looked at the tag, it read "40DD."She smacked me and said, "Guys are such pigs." She then looked at me and said, "Truth or Dare?"I took another truth and she asked what. She then looked into my eyes and said promise you won't be mad at me. I said okay I promise. She said at the party everyone started to play truth or dare and after a few rounds she was just in her bra and panties. I said that is no biggie I'm not mad, then she said that is not all. One of the guys there was dared to show his cock and she told me it was really big and thick. Well about 4:00 AM the party started to wind down and most people left her friend had passed out and it was just her and. He and Zena were resting with a group of villagers. Elmo was telling tales of adventure. He was a storyteller! That is just what we needed here. Someone who can tell the teaching tales and help the children to grow in mind as well as body. I carefully looked him over. I judged him to be close to or even over 50. If he was, he'd be the oldest male besides me 'n' Billy. I noticed his hands were scarred badly. When I asked about them he hid them behind his back. I assured him it was not a problem. It had been at my initiative telling her hot it would be watching another man touch her intimately, over time to increase the drama our whispered private fantasies revolved around a very endowed black man entering into the picture.As a post vasectomy safe couple we both fear and are excited in our pillow-talk by the reality of a broken condom or the possibility of her overheated behavior if she finds herself really attracted to this man in allowing him to proceed sans condom, bareback and.