My eyes water, my saliva drools onto his pubes. He explores my ass,first with one finger, and then two, and then three. I press back andgape, clamor...ng for more anal stimulation. My ass is throbbing withapprehension. Grinding my ass against his prying fingers momentarilysates my appetite for penetration. I squeal, my cries muffled by the gag of his cock in my throat, as thepain and pleasure of this exploration suffuses me. He pushes into meuntil his knuckles bang into against my coccyx, and. “Is there a problem? I want it as much as you did, you just didn’t last long enough for me to even realise you were inside me. Fuck I have never had a guy cum that fast before. What’s your problem?” I yelled at him. “I want you to go," he said. “I can’t take any more of this.” I calmed down, hoping he would recover enough to give me what I wanted. “What is the problem, is it me? or is it something else? Would you like to talk about it?” I enquired. Then he began to make excuses and babble about. And of course, Lady Alice could never become Catholic and be accepted in society. Over the years, she has felt responsible for Sir Charles’ failings, including what she perceives is his excessive sinful urges for perverted sex.’ ‘But surely those drives are his responsibility alone?’ ‘Indeed sir, but not in her mind. She cannot bring herself to do more for him that a proper Victorian wife would do, but she blames herself for not satisfying his desires enough to keep him exclusively hers.’ That. My women waited for me. Two women, two cunts. I shook my head. I pulled out my cock, and jacked it hard. How'd I get so lucky.I pulled into my property and parked under a huge maple tree.When I got inside the house, I heard jazz echoing off the high walls. Miles Davis' Kind of Blue. The music came from the kitchen. I found my wife, Karen, in there, surrounded by grocery bags, and stirring a pot. The place was a wreak."Karen?" I said."Oh. Hi, Steve," she said.She had on a blue dress with white,.