She kept telling me that wasn’t true. However, I kept telling her I was not upset and love the feeling of sloppy seconds. Finally she said, “it is...not sloppy seconds, it is sloppy thirds”. WOW I couldn’t believe it, my wife that said she could always wait for me to fuck her, had fucked someone, and at least 3 times or maybe 3 guys,I kept fucking her and pressing her for details. As she became more confident that I was not upset, she told me it was our mutual friend, and my shipmate Harvey. WOW. I was notalways this way, and I will not be this way for long, I was a man once,I can explain...It started with a simple argument with my girlfriend of three years.She was smoking hot, and everywhere we went other guys couldn't keeptheir eyes off her ass. I was constantly dealing with drunk assholes atbars hitting on her right in front of me, and I can't tell you how manyfights I have almost been in. Her dark chestnut hair was flying aroundas she yelled at me in our apartment."I don't care what. And then these rags that were perhaps for a child ofMark's age.My facial expression probably mirrored my thoughts again."So, young lady, from now on no more pants. I scarcely think that you'llget involved in such nonsense again. That's the end of boy-pranks, mygirl."I opened my mouth, but decided not to say anything, when I got a look atMom's face."Like I said, no more pants. If you behave in exemplary manner thisweekend, and I really mean perfectly, then I'll give you your pants onMonday. I ran as often as I could take it out (when I was alone at home!), Naked through the whole house: over the stairs to the floor chamber, past the kitchen window of the Vecchia nonna or in the garden.Sometimes, for hours, without a shirt and knickers, I looked out the window and waited for the matron. When I saw her then, coming down the street, I ran to the front door and waited for her. I built myself so that she could not overlook me: I enjoyed it so much that the mattress caresses my body bar.