And ended up grabbing Cathy's tits. “Uh...” I said.“Scott!”“I didn't hear any--”“I was just getting a glass of water. Scott, you can tak...e your hands off them now.”“Sorry. I was just surprised.”She brushed her hand against my cock as she walked past me, back to her bed. “Yeah, you feel surprised.Let's just skip over how difficult it was for me to piss with a rock-hard cock.I got back into bed behind Susie, pressed my body against hers, and let my cock slide between her legs. It had been there. Very plain face but beaut of an ass. Better that beating off to a mag!i digress. Chris used to come home before 11 30 but this night it was after midnight. I didn’t say anything, she looked flushed and bothered so I assumed it had been busy or some drunk had annoyed her or something. I made her a hot chocolate and took her coat. She went upstairs. I noticed that the coat was dirty on the back and noted to mention to her that it needed a dry clean in the morning. I tidied up and went. I played the scene over and over in my mind and I kept going back to his cock. The reason I think for this was the size of it. Now my husband Kabeer is fairly well endowed about 6 and a half inches and quite thick but the vision I had of Abbu in my mind was 8 inches of solid cock and at least half an inch thicker. To my utter astonishment I found I had become wet between my legs thinking about a 61 year old cock. The more I thought about it the wetter I became and I actually started to rub my. Ann gave me the most cruelly smug look I've ever seen. I fell totally and hopelessly in love with her in that moment. Then the crowd laughed me out of the diner.The walk back was a blur. I was so overloaded on humiliation, I couldn't even conceive of worrying about anything else happening. Fortunately, nothing did, except for when a car filled with the teenage girls from the diner went by and they were honking and yelling and laughing. But they kept going. I'd been used up, I guess.I found that.