The drive home was mainly in silence, each of us lost in our thoughts. When we pulled up on our driveway my wife breezed into the house again carrying...the cane, I more cautiously followed, walking with stiff legs. If any of our neighbours were looking, I am not sure what they would have made of the scene.Once inside my wife turns to me. “Upstairs, I want you to pile the pillows from our bed in the centre and lay over them bottom uppermost.”“Oh, really has this not gone far enough?” “That is one. He might have been trashed out of his mind but he certainly wasn’t suffering from a case of whiskey dick.I’ve know Richard most of my life. Even when we were in school it was public knowledge that he was hung like a mule.Even the girls that didn’t want to sleep with him wanted to see the monster that they had heard about.Rumor had it that a few of them ran screaming from the room when they thought he was going to use it on them.Most of us “regular” guys weren’t even jealous of his size. Being. " How well do you play? I can play the piano but only because it was expected of me. I enjoy a wide variety of music. I like classical, but I also think bands like Muse are wonderful. I like French and Italian food. My favourite colour is also blue." I can play well, I guess? I've been playing since I was eleven. I'll play for you next time. I'm very familiar with Muse. What's your favourite album? I can't choose between Showbiz or Origin of Symmetry." It would have to be Origin of Symmetry for. I gasped as my swollen head slipped inside her and her weight forced her down on me easily, “OH FUCK YESSSS!” she cried out as her arse banged my balls.I felt her immediately contract her cunt muscles as she started to gyrate softly moaning and not having a care in the world, I grabbed her soft cheeks squeezing in time with her motion.Apart from grabbing her arse Sam was in total control as she gyrated and using her cunt muscles do the work and just as well as I was shaking and tense as I felt.