Although we had been talking about a number of things the conversation turned to sex. “You know, sometimes I get so horny. I need someone to fuck me...” she said. All I could say was “oh really?”, but what I was really thinking was “Woman, if you only new how bad I want to get in your pussy, for you to be my bitch.” “I noticed that you've got a big bulge down there.” she said, teasing. “Is it your cock or your nuts?” she said coyly. “That's for me to know and for you to find out” I said in. Before joining the team, The captain sent me to the gynac to have an exam to see if she was healthy and only then could i join the team.I went to the local gynac. I wasn't sure if I'd be sent to Dr. Mrs. Nichole or Dr. Smith.My mother told me that she'd take my for the exam but I refused and said that I drive and i owned car and there is no need for my mother to take me to the doctor.I took and appointment for the next day, to meet with the local gynac.I reached in time for my examination. I. I couldn’t help but notice that Diane was one of those nervous young things that had lots going for her down below the waistline but she was cursed with a terrible long pointed nose and a chin line that made her look like she was bobbing for apples.A quick trip to the ladies for Diane and I had her bobbing something a little more substantial than apples up there between my French-scented legs with her schoolgirl tongue and submissive attitude that made my knickers drenched with anticipatory. For the most part he was thoughtful and considerate. He was certainly an adequate provider. Owner of a successful plumbing contracting business, he had purchased the more than modest home only three years ago. They might not be rich, but they were definitely upper middle class. No, she thought, she could never fault him for not providing for her.The sex could be better, she thought, much better. They, like all newly weds, screwed like minxes the first six months or so of their marriage. Then.