I said to him Please probe me further which he laughed and he said Where do you get this kind of talk? and I said now place your finger in my hole and...massage my a$$ like you do your g/f. There it was his tiny finger all lubed up with grease inserting me and I thought wait a minuite,This doesn't hurt and really doesn't feel that good. Maybe he isnt in far enough as my boner was throbbing. So I said again,I want you, no I need you to put the vaseline farther up your finger as I want to feel. He spread it all over me--on my pussy lips and into the crack between my "bum-apples," as one of the boys used to call them, and right on my scared, puckered little asshole!I can't remember everything he did that night. It all gets foggy in my mind. But I do remember the way he wrapped his arms around me, just forward of my hips, and lifted my bottom into the air. My feet were waving and my back felt like it would break, and everything was wide open for him! I remember how hot and wet his mouth. This is what handsome princes were made for, to pleasure a princess’s mouth with such lusty throbbing. Why chase and catch a handsome prince, only to settle for anything less than this pure heaven? That’s just silly! My prince suddenly got very still and quiet. His magnificent ten inch cock pulled back about two or three inches, then pushed its way past my mouth and into my throat. With one mighty throb, he exploded come all over my tongue, and splattered heavily against the back of my throat.. I didn't. I did what I thought was necessary to shock my wife into thinking about us. Our marriage. Our relationship. Our future. I left her no way out. On Friday, I would probably know if we had any future.I thought about who I was and what I wanted. Did I want this marriage to continue? Did I love Edie? I deliberately avoided telling her I loved her. I wasn't sure myself and so it was better not to mislead her if I had lost that love. How would I know? I once read that the test for love was.