"And what?" "How big was he?" "Big!" she said. "He was at least six foot four." "Ha, very funny," I replied. "His cock." "It was in proportion to the ...rest of him, quite long, very thick," she said, casually. "Bigger than me?" I asked, predictably. "Quite long and very thick," she said again. "So yes, bigger than you." I didn't really know how to react to that. "Does size really matter?" I asked, pathetically. "Yes, size does matter. It's not always better, but in his case, yes, it was nice!". Hopefully he takes the invitation. "This is an awfully nice view, Mr. Grant." I hear his breath hitch as he mutters, "It sure is." Hearing the lust in his voice makes my nipples go hard. This is what I've been waiting so long for - a powerful man with a huge cock that is deserving of my time. I turn back around and see that his pants are starting to bulge. We both stand staring at each other, frozen in our lust. Finally, I speak. "Mr. Grant, I wasn't being nosey but...I saw what you were. The store is long gone now, just a ghost of a memory where a parking lot now stands.She smiled to herself as she ran her fingers along the threadbare surface of the towel, as if she was caressing an old friend.She sat down carefully on top of it, her gaze turning to the surf ahead of her. The soft crash of the waves on the shore made her feel sleepy, but she resisted the urge to nap.If would be any second now and she didn't want to miss it.She remembered the first time she came out here. The. " ... the girl?" I finished. I couldn't be certain, not with her clothes on, not with the way she had her hair, not with the way she was sucking the guy's cock on her knees, kneeling before the guy, but I would swear it was our cuckolding white Obama supporter."Jesus, Josh. I think that's her." He pointed the remote at the TV and the image jumped to twice its size. It didn't help. The resolution, terrible to begin with, diminished to individual, unreadable pixels. Jamming the hold button, he.