"Go ahead, touch it." Said with a sheepish smile.
"I don't think I want to." Wide-eyes stare at its girth.
"You should."
"But..." Tentative fingers inch out to stroke its slick length. A loud gulp follows, as they're snatch back before connecting with the veiny sheath. So big, so firm.
"So?" A single word to tease.
"So what?" Is the grudging response.
"Don't you want to familiarize yourself? You know get used to the feel."
"No."
"Don't back out now. You promised."
"I know I did, but...well...it's too soon. I'm not prepared."
"Get prepared. I wasn't ready, but you did it anyway. Now its your turn. Assume the position."
"It's not moist enough."
"Don't worry I'll make it wetter, and stretch you out a bit with my fingers."
"It's not fair, that's a lot bigger than mine. When I promised we'd do this. I thought we'd start off small. You know, work our way up to this size."
"Why? It's the same size as yours."
"It looks bigger."
"You think?" Laughter rumbles in her belly. Helen positions herself between her husband's legs, grabs the lube and spreads his cheeks. "Time to keep your promise."
