"Bandit and I had a disagreement over who was going to answer the phone," I whispered."Oh good grief," she sighed. "I thought someone was killing you...."My balls throbbed. I was afraid to look at my prick, because it felt like it might need stitches. You can't just go to the emergency room and say "I need a couple of stitches in my cock, okay?" That's the kind of thing that ends up on the eleven o'clock news where they smile and laugh and talk all about it, while never actually saying where Bob. Her nipples were sticking out like Pink Pearl erasers. I leaned forward and began kissing them. Jenny moaned and squirmed as I took a nipple into my mouth. I had never had breasts so nice before and I could have sucked and kissed them all night, but Jenny had more in mind. She was grinding me hard. My dick was so hard and needed to get out of my jeans. Jenny obliged.She had climbed off of me and quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She pulled my jeans and underwear down leaving my. " "Yes, I did a quick Internet search and found him. I know a few things already from that. He's a plastic surgeon isn't he?" "That's right, and a very good one. I was one of his first clients!" "Well then he is indeed talented," I said. "Thank you. I had a nose job, a chin lift and a boob job done. I guess I was his practice dummy," she said. "I can't imagine you needing any work done. And you certainly don't strike me as a dummy." "Aww, aren't you sweet," she said, smiling. "So what's next?". In the weeks following my decision to open my marriage, as well as my thighs to my husband's best friend, Glenn, the emotional entanglements became more obvious and real. Glenn claimed that he was in love with me. If I am honest, I shared those feelings towards him as well. My emotional connection to Glenn was not surprising since he was only the second man with whom I had made love, and the second man with whom I had ever climaxed. I guess I was infatuated with my new lover. Just to be clear,.