They thought they wouldn't be noticed, but I could see them, touching each other. Men and women!" Fran's voice began to rise. "Women and women!" Fran'...s face was red and the veins in her neck stood out. "You, you were the only one who..."I was amazed. But, as she really began to warm up, I said, "Fran, I'm sorry you feel that way, but those people are my friends. And let me tell you something else. You said I've changed, and I have. I'm in there rubbing up against them, too. Men and woman, and. Laying the ground work I got her one the bed one night and while engaged in foreplay I apologised for not being hung like those guys in the videos. “Don’t be silly honey. I enjoy your cock” she said. “Still” I said “I bet you sometimes wish I was bigger. It would be so erotic to see someone with a huge cock fucking you”. She smiled “as you said honey. The chance of that are zero. Now shut up and fuck me”. But I could tell she was thinking about it. To be truthful, so was I. But perhaps not in. Covering it and suckling like a baby in my arms.Oh gawd, I loved titty man! I pulled his head closer and ran me fingers through his hair.He continued kissing, and sucking as my nipple making it harden in his mouth. He scissors the other one between his fingers, and I moan softly. I stopped him briefly, and pulled his head up to my hungry lips. I placed my mouth on his and our tongues do the dance of lovers.I could feel his desire as he kissed me deeply, while his hands pushed my jeans down over. But, in retrospect, perhaps he didn’t. At least not that it would change so much. How could he? Even I didn’t know that. It was love at first sight. Imagine the late unlamented Marlboro man suddenly coming to life beside you, but with charm and intelligence. And smiling eyes. Weathered from flying and sailing, not horses. It was all perfect. I have never known anything like it, and if Winston has–I know he loved Julie, his last wife, to the day she died, and perhaps beyond–he has been sensitive.