A few times I think I imagined some camel toe, but I really couldn’t be sure. The first year she was married to my brother they lived just a few mil...es away, so I saw her fairly frequently. Our communication was cordial, but hardly flirtatious. She would ask me about my school, sports I was playing and our mutual interest, the Denver Broncos, she was a huge football fan, which made her that much more sexy to me. I didn’t really know that much about her except the basic background information.. I asked her if she wanted me to say something and she said "no" , " What will you tell him ? That his Cock is Too Big and showing through his shorts" - We both laughed- i was glad- she seemed ok with him and noticed his thick bulge. It would just be a matter of time until I get her to touch his Black Bulge and eventually lean over and put her soft lips on his huge black dick! The thought of him having me suck him , then my daughter and eventually have my wife suck him and Fuck his Big Black. ”“Good. Just watch. Don’t move.”With my back still toward her, I put up my hand and crooked a finger, and just as she had done earlier, the pig was on her knees at my feet with her head leaning against my thigh in only a second or so.“Isn’t “It” just a good little piggy, Miss Amy?”“I’ll admit that your “property” was mildly impressive there, but what else can “It” do, Master?”I knew then that we were both on the same page, because Amy had really piled on the respect in the way that she said. I actually sat in the car for about ten minutes, watching a few others, couples and singles, enter the establishment, before convincing myself that it was okay to walk in. I certainly wouldn't be carded. And while I didn't drink, it was more by choice than by any attitudes deeming the practice either sinful or demeaning. This was more a debate as to why I was going in. Boredom didn't seem to be enough of an excuse. A hope? If so, of what? I wasn't ready to examine that question too closely.