We were sharing a glass of wine on the balcony after supper one warm May Friday evening when Susan exclaimed too loudly, "Oh my God!" When I looked at her, she pointed to the building across the alley. When I saw what had caused her reaction, my eyes shot open. Straight across from us, and one floor down, there was a naked man standing on his balcony. The apartments in that building were almost all tall windows on that side. They had heavy drapes, but his were all open. The lights were all on, so his apartment and balcony were really lit up. His balcony, unlike ours, Boss which was enclosed by a four foot wall of wooden planks, was only protected by a rod iron railing. The spaces between the iron pickets left his anatomy totally exposed to us and anyone else in our building that just happened to be looking his way. And I should add that the view was very impressive. I was afraid he might look up and see us staring at him, but he seemed oblivious. He was just standing there, leaning on the railing, and sipping on some kind of drink. Of course, we kept watching him, although we did move back a little so as not to be so noticeable. Neither of us were virgins. Susan had had three sexual partners to my two, but neither of us had ever seen anything like what we were staring at. The guy's cock was huge! It hung three-fourths of the kissing way to his knees, and even flaccid, it appeared to be very large around. The only words Susan and I shared were whispered, "Holy shit!" and "Oh my God! Can you believe that?" After several minutes, he turned and walked inside his apartment, but we could still see him clearly. He was walking back and forth through his apartment while talking on his cell phone, his huge cock swinging from side to side with every step. Now, with his sliding door closed, Susan asked aloud, "Do you think it's real?" Feeling the slight tingle of my second glass of wine, I chuckled, "I don't know. Why don't you go over there and find Lesbian out?" She gasped, "No way! That thing japanese isn't getting anywhere near my pussy." I had to laugh. I'd never heard Susan use a word like "pussy". We'd never talked much about sex, and when we did, it was always in the most generic terms. Finally, the guy's lights when out, and the show was over. When Susan and I went back inside to go to bed, she giggled, "Have fun tonight. I know I will." I knew what she meant, and the thought that we were probably going to do the same thing in our respective beds made me blush. At breakfast Saturday morning, Susan shocked me by asking in a matter-of-fact tone, "Well, how did it go for you last night?" When I just stared at her, not knowing what to say, she chuckled, "To be honest, I haven't cum that hard in months." To be honest, that's kind of the vibe I got. “Gods, you are one of the sluttiest whores I've met. "I see," Sam spit out as he concentrated. I'm no fag, I'll try to behave, I asked. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the slighter youth’s arm move, then the rhythm of ragged breathing and wet flesh slapping together was broken by the heavy, metallic clunk of the weighted blade being released. Then I pedalled. Both their eyes Lesbian are japanese opening.” I run so fast down the stairs I nearly hit kissing a train porter. He then repeated the process down her other hip, until with a Boss simple tug he pulled her ruined pants completely off of her body. them down. I tried to fight her off, really I did, but she just seemed to overpower me, pinning me flat on my back, with a lustful look in her stare. Not pointing that out would be like going to an all-you-can-eat buffet and just getting a salad.