She wanted to be sure I would slip in easily when she was ready. Finally, she wiped her finger on the handkerchief and hastily put everything back in ...he night table drawer.In the bathroom, when I saw the condom, I thought to myself, My god, I really did drop a load—even bigger than I thought. I wrapped the condom in a tissue and tossed it in the waste-basket. Barb and I had sex most nights and there were already more than a few tissue-wrapped used-condoms in the trash. What I didn’t. They greeted each other and immediately he striked a conversation. Your brain told you to go outside and tell him to get lost all the while your cock told you to stay and eavesdrop on their conversation. He began telling her that he was really good freinds with your brother. He told her that he made millions of dollars on the stock market. He began joking around and even made your mom laugh a couple times. He told her noble stories behind each tattoo making him look like the greatest person. . Now he looked vulnerable, unguarded, and yet like he finally felt safe for the first time in ages. They lay there quietly, with his arm around her torso, just underneath her bosom and her hand gently fondling the tip of his spent cock, which stuck out between her legs. It seemed they were about to sleep away the morning until the cabin door swung open, and a tall, muscular negress dressed in a men’s shirt and breeches walked in. She carried a tray loaded with melon slices, toasted bread and two. My new wife gotup on one elbow and looked down at me. She nodded approvingly andkissed me tenderly on both cheeks. I was overwhelmed at my good fortuneand my eyes began to tear up. She made soothing sounds and kissed me onthe forehead. Unable to resist, she blew into my ear and whisperednaughtily, "We're going to use that pouch every time we go to bed. Youdo so much better when you haven't gotten any relief for a while. Thelonger I keep you chaste, the more fun I have. I wonder what.