I looked up at him and didn't say a word and after a few seconds he reached down and opened a desk drawer and took out a bottle of KY Lotion. He pulled out of me and I watched as he lubed himself up and thought that there was no way in hell that he could get all of his c**k in me, but at the same time I found myself wanting to know if I could take it all. It wasn't a rational thought on my part - I hadn't really intended for what was about to happen to occur - but several things were going on in my mind at the same time: 1. I'd never had a c**k that large, Hell, I didn't even know that there could be c***s that large. 2. My husband didn't even care enough about me to come charging in and put an end to what was happening. 3. Shelly apparently didn't care about what her husband and I were do
