Rick’s Wife_(0)
Rick and I grew up in the same town, a half a mile from each other. We were best friends. We went to school, fished, rode bikes and hung out together at every waking moment. Rick was tall, tanned and athletic with wavy black hair and brown eyes. I was shorter, thin and blonde with petite features. When we went swimming, I couldn’t help but notice his huge cock when we got dressed in the locker room and I’m sure he noticed my smaller one, but was too polite to say anything. When Rick and I were teenagers, we would hang out by the river, drink beer and smoke a little pot. Rick and I were both interested in girls, but neither of us seemed to get lucky. After high school, Rick had a car …