Yet there was something inherently submissive about my compliance in this act - that was undeniable. But who was the weaker man, one who's controlling...and jealous, or one who takes pleasure in seeing his wife break free of social norms, and become less inhibited? Surely any husband with an average penis and an understanding of sexual realities would admit that their wives, deep down, would love to try something larger. There was something supremely erotic about coming to terms with that.. L….l don’t know what to say,” was all she could utter.“I haven’t been able to think of anything else all term,” he said, “it felt so good when you watched me cum, l keep imagining you naked, even when l’m fucking my girlfriend l keep imagining it’s you instead.”“James!!!” She cried, “stop talking like that, it’s disgusting, stop it this instant, l won’t have you talking to me like that.” Julie could feel herself coming out in a cold sweat, she had no idea how to handle this situation, she felt. Little round purple-brown seeds. I mailed them back home in case my luggage inspector proved to have no sense of humor.Once back home I had a greenhouse built with a soil warmer, electric lights and good temperature control. I reserved half of each bottle in case of a crop failure. I raised some sixty plants the first batch, fertilized with prime chicken shit. I had some pretty good yields, but nothing prize-winning. I knew that I’d have to work with the humidity levels. The glazing that I. Yet always the same faces. For five years I have wondered why I do this every day. I glance around the carriage, people reading the newspaper, most with headphones on, some looking blankly out the window as the train speeds into the city. Each one of us becoming one of the millions of ants racing through the warrens of the city. Nameless throngs of people. The one saving grace, sitting directly opposite me, she’s wearing a dark business suit, the skirt is pencil tight, the split shows just.