"That's not the bloody way to get it hard. Here I'll show you. Caress her balls."She reached under my cock and groped eagerly for my scrotum. She gave... a puzzled grunt as her hands failed to find the expected velvety wrinkled bag."Lift her up a minute. There's something fucking wrong here."I was roughly levered up as my guards shoved their knees under my bum and my thighs were parted and raised up. I squirmed some more as her inquisitive fingers finally found the damp sensitive lips of my cunny.. I should point out that the insult I have mentioned is most frequently attributed to an exchange between Lady Astor and Mr. Winston Churchill. However, while neither was present (Really, they were both but little older than I and quite unknown at that time!) both had friends who were, and I cannot but think that they both heard of the exchange through them. Regardless, as we separated after the meal, the gentlemen to retire for brandy and cigars and we ladies for a more genteel sherry, the talk. I wanted her so bad, and I knew she wanted me. Would she really choose Billie willingly? Well if I had the choice, I would. Wouldnt anyone if they saw him. I know, but as long as we keep quiet…. Well not much I could say to that. The two of them came and sat down. Ally sat next to me. And grabbed my hand. Something was wrong here. So very wrong. Al? That was Billie. I looked up at him, into those beautiful green eyes. Do you know what we are? What do you mean? Us. Ian, Coby and I. Do you know. " "Really" Karen said. "It's big" Sheila added while smiling at my wife. Frank leaned down over my wife's shoulder and asked "Do you want to see it?" "Sure, show me" Karen said. Frank stopped rubbing her shoulders and walked around in front of us. He undid his belt, unbuckled and unzipped his shorts and reached down inside his underwear. When he pulled it out, it was shocking. I swear even soft, it hung half way to his knees. I'd never seen anything like it. "Holy shit" Karen said. I just.