We finished the wine and started another bottle before we went to bed about midnight. I lay in bed, I could hear Jane moving about. I was thinking abo...t that morning. Jane hadn’t said anything, so she couldn’t have known I saw her. I got hard thinking about her and started to masturbate, but, stopped myself. “For fucks sake,” I thought. "She’s Brians wife. Pack it up.” I finally went to sleep about an hour later. I got up about nine, made myself tea and sat and watched the early morning news.. She has a certain place in your mind, a place that I’ll never enter.’ Hesitating a moment, apprehensively I told her, ‘I have to be honest, but, you’re right. That’s probably true.’ After giving her a quick kiss I asked her, ‘Does that upset you?’ She apparently had decided that there was no use going over this territory again so she redirected the topic a little. She reached for my now-flaccid cock and said, ‘I only wish I could deep throat this big hard dick of yours. I know that would make. She was really liking my cock in her ass. I kept fucking her but for some reason I wasn't able to cum. I should have cum but somehow I couldn't get there. It didn't seem to matter however as much as she enjoyed the fucking. I really pounded her ass until she was completely spent. She might have even cum from the fucking but I didn't look to see if she had cum.I was just glad that she was satisfied.It made me wonder if she was really happy being a top and I fucked her one more time that week but. I've been trying to put them off, but it's getting harder to make them readjust their schedules to accommodate ours. You would best be served if they could see you at full strength." Scouts? You mean, besides Pickett Cropper?"He looked startled. "You've talked to Cropper?" Well, yes, I have. He called me a couple of weeks ago."He gave me a tight smile. "Coach Cropper is a very forceful personality," he said a little ruefully. "He squeezed a lot more information out of both me and Dr. Osgood.