Dick and balls Stories

Saturday morning was amazing. I heard little noises in the kitchen; I waited. Pam came in with two cups of coffee, wearing black heels, smiling—naked. I sat up in bed in a heartbeat. “I’m sorry. I spilled some coffee on my tee shirt and didn’t have time to get a clean one,” she cooed. “It’s – a – I mean – wow! Honey, you look marvelous,” my voice was shaking with surprise. Pam giggled and handed the cups to me. She got in...

Tim spent a restless night, so he was the first one up. He turned on the coffee and looked at the clock. Seven-thirty. Two and a half hours before Jack would be knocking on the door. All he could feel was apprehension. What would Jack finalize with Elenore? How would it affect him, especially Pat? Tim snuck down the hall to Elenore’s bedroom. She was not in her bed, and he could hear activity in her bathroom. A check of t...