There was no "he" at all. Nothing. Or at least nothin that was going togive me an erection in the morning.No aches though. My wife had predicted it ...ore than perfectly. I wasgoing to feel like a completely new person in the morning.That was for sure.I needed to get up. But there was no sign of the clothes that I had wornlast night. Only her skirt and panties and bra etc. Well I didn't havea choice. I needed some clothes and as it stood they were going to fitjust fine.I had a bit of. "He grabbed my ankles and open my legs. He craddled them in his elbows, grabbed both of my tits, and using them for leverage, he tore into me. The bed springs squeaked loudly and the headboard pounded of the wall about 3 times each second. He was tearing my tight pussy up."OH, FUCK." I screamed, as he fucked away at me."FUCK ME."This went on for at least 10 minutes. I was screaming, he was calling me names like "whore" and "slut". More people had arrived at the motel by this time, and I. "A weapon. You not scare me. Like Alexandra say: you are beautiful lover."Touched, I kissed her forehead, nose and lips. "Thanks. You honor me."We showered together, and her fascination with my cock continued. She scrubbed it cleaner than anywhere else on me by far until at last my ejaculate mixed with the pouring water. I spent an inordinate amount of time cleaning her pussy lips and anus as well as her incredible breasts. She didn't cum, but I could hear her appreciation.After I shut off the. Though I would have liked to have shouted it from the rooftops I don’t say it to brag. I say it more in awe of what had happened to me so early in my life. Being human, I can’t help but tally the number, not so much in the vein of notching my ivory-handled six-gun, but in the satisfaction of being inside them with so little effort on my part. I was still young enough to marvel at the mechanics of sex, always thrilled with how good the feeling of a hand, mouth, or vagina felt on my penis. And I.