He was hung, I mean really hung. Even in his semi flaccid state he had more than my 5 inches and I could just about make out what looked to be an im...pressive pair of balls to match. He could have been a model or a porn star with a body and equipment like that. No wonder he had got into the pants of women all around the world! As he brought his hands round to cup my wife’s pert breasts he stepped into her back and I could see his erecting penis push up her back. Although I hated to admit. Jen didn’t know if she could knock on the door or not, but luckily Johnny was in the driveway washing his bike. ‘Hi Johnny!’ ‘Hi kid, long time no see.’ Jen stood, momentarily abashed, twisting her sneaker-clad toe on the ground. A flash of inspiration struck. ‘Johnny, I need a ride into town and back. Can you help me?’ ‘Can’t one of your parents run you down there?’ ‘No, they’re on vacation, and I really need some, umm… things.’ Johnny looked up, curious about the hesitation, Jen just had time. I had come to respect the European life style. And now I was about to experience, re experience the American lifestyle and on the surface it was by comparison rude, a generalization of course.We went back to Jay and Lenny’s apartment to give them the keys to Herman, my wedding present to them. The car Ron sold me was so solid. It had done everything I needed to have my European experience. And it hadn’t failed me.Jay had about six months left on his tour as a draftee before they could go back. Things went back to her normal deal of driving a bus and being a cashier in the high school lunch room, I didn't get any pussy for awhile but that was about the norm at our house. as spring time arrived it was time to get the pool open and get ready for swimming and laying out in the sun. my wife likes to lay out in a thong, sometimes with the top off and in the evening she will even get naked in the pool. Now we live at the end of a dead end street with a fair amount of privacy so she would.