“Oh shit. I’m gonna die.”“You are not!” Erin hit my arm.“Ok! What did I do wrong and how do I fix it?”“Paul! You didn’t do anything ...rong.”“Ok, what did you two do wrong?”“No one has done anything wrong!”“Ok. I guess I still get a little jumpy when a woman I love says those words. That is the way my first wife started the divorce talk.”“Oh shit! I’m sorry lover. I’ll give you a blowjob later to make up for it. Ok?”“Sure. I won’t hold you to it, of course. I’ll take whatever attention you want. When I got dressed that morning, I was a mass of bruises. When I got undressed, they were all gone. I even made up for the previous evening. I had been too sore to do anything but hold them.As we did the chores Sunday, we tried to come up with an answer. Why did the place only affect me? It had no effect on them, whatsoever. What exactly did it do? Was there a correlation between my size, and that place? More importantly, would I continue to get bigger, if I kept going there? There was no. I rubbed the tip up and down my snatch a few times, then positioned it just inside my hole. I put my hands on his chest, then very slowly impaled myself on him. He let out a long, throaty groan, and thrust his hips up against me. It felt so fucking good to have a cock inside me, I'd almost forgotten. I lay on his chest and began rocking back and forth, riding his cock. His hands gripped my ass, and I let him guide the rhythm. We kissed, softly at first, then got more urgent. He slid one hand. It was a one bhk and in hall there was a mattress and two bean bags. And walls were well decorated I praised her and she liked it. We settled down and I asked her in naughty way when people buy new things they try and show to others for review. Won’t you show me for which she was in dilemma and was giving me a naughty smile? She told me to come and sit in her bedroom on her bed and feel comfortable. I was lying on the bed she said now I will show you my new lingerie. I was dumbstruck and was.