. A fling. A momentary scratch for a tiny itch that I could have lived with. It had meant nothing. It had meant less than nothing.Fuck ... Who was I k...dding? The fling with Rick meant that I was lying here on the fucking stairwell crying my eyes out while my husband put as much distance between us as he could. It meant that I had no idea about the future of my marriage.I wanted to spend the rest of my life loving Steve. I'd already loved him for the past ten years of it. Not a day went by that. I still stay in the gloryhole, touching my erected cock, thinking of what I could have done to this big white cock.Suddenly, the cock appears once more, always big, absolutely not erected. I wonder :"what if I just give a quick licking to the shaft ? just to see how he reacts". But then, I do absolutely not know what happen, I totally loose control of my mind ( that never happens to me, I am always very in control), I just remember sucking this cock, having it in my mouth, going back and forth. And we had got in beautiful home and we had normal talks and having some fun cracking jokes and making fun of each other and my aunt need me and so she asked her friend first I go with him and she accepted and me and my rajashree went to bed and had quick sex and made her to be happy and susmita called us to come and have dinner and we three of us had dinnerNow susmita asked me to take bath and get ready for session and in the mean while susmita asked my aunt rajashree to leave both of us for. Now the books and their missing pages seemed to have more meaning. This website must have had a profound effect on the man as I noticed a printout of it on the wall next to me with large chunks of text highlighted. I looked further through his bookmarks and found more sites not just about this society but others, all with the theme of longevity or immortality. Some were in-depth scientific work, others were more arcane pieces, detailing spells and the like. I switched the computer off. It gave.