. You called me Shannon." That's your name, isn't it?" How did you know?" Her excitement had turned to trepidation."I wasn't sure until you just confi...rmed it, but there are a few differences between you two. You may look the same, but you both feel different." A part of me was angry for having been played for a fool, but another part of me knew I couldn't be too angry with a woman I'd just fucked."Don't be angry," Shannon pleaded. "Shanna was too sore after yesterday, and she knew you would. “What’s this about?!” Said a shocked, Greg, “I was only looking, I’m sorry!” “This is about your cock. Veronica needs to confirm how big it is and then we’ll see what happens from there.” “O….K….” Greg said, slowly as he right hand lifted his oversized organ, and her left hand snaked between his leg to grope at big egg-sized jizz-glands. I sunk a hand between my tits and brought out the tape measure. She held his thick shaft for me. “Six inches…” I read… “Soft though. Can we harden him up?”. I have also been told on more than one occasion that I bear a striking resemblance to Reese Witherspoon. I confess, I see the resemblance and am flattered by the comparison. I have smallish, 34B cup breasts with very sensitive and usually very erect nipples, a flat waist and a nice round bottom. I am not hard on the eyes. One other relevant fact about me; I’m a bit of a tough nut to crack. I often have difficulty achieving orgasm. Perhaps it’s a subconscious belief that sex is wrong. . Of course we did not have the club name at the time, but we met in this very house; Waterhouse, Bachman, myself, and the owner of this building at the time, Mr David Adley. “This was in fact Adley’s primary residence, one that he shared with his lovely bride, Evelyn. You can see her captivating portrait behind me, so I need not spend too much time describing to you the depth of her allure, except to say that it was surpassed only by the beauty of her soul. To meet her, even a blind man would be.