So I turn a little away from the other guy, since I'm a little embarrassed, and just try to act all nonchalant. I take a quick glance over my shoulder... to make sure I'm not putting on a show and I'm surprised. The other guy? He is putting on a show. He's standing full under the shower head, his large, hard cock in hand, slowly stroking it and staring at me, or at least at my ass. My hard on, which had been starting to subside, now roars back to full strength. I'm no virgin, and I've sucked a few. The space merchant undid the King’s pants. A turgid, ribald cock flopped out. The merchant stroked the royal penis. He looked up at the King still engrossed in licking the space slave-girl’s chest. As the slave-girl began to moan the color of her skin lightened from dark red to whitish pink. The space merchant jumped up, grabbed the slave-girl by the back of her head, and positioned her in front of King Zemanshãh’s cock. King Zemanshãh craned his neck toward the stars and cried, “Wine! I. I didn’t notice,” making a face of mock perplexity. “Well, I noticed. Did you like the way I grabbed her boobies?” she asks you with a bashful smile. Your penis answers for you and visibly stiffens as your recall your wife handling her friend’s knockers. Your wife pinches the head distractedly. “I could tell that the boys really got a kick out of that one.” “Well, I guess so,” you admit. “What about when Witherspoon grabbed her leg and inspected it like a fine ham? Didn’t that excite you?” she. The early search through drawers was about what I expected: bikini panties, g-strings, not a lot of bras (she had very small breasts), tight pants, short skirts. But went I started through his belongings I had a surprise: he also had panties...a dildo...makeup, a wig...and leather leashes and handcuffs.I got so hard I couldn't help myself: I took a pair of her used panties and stroked until I filled the crotch with a load of cum.A day later we ran into some bad weather and I let everybody.