My wife was astonishingly unromantic about the schools she went to. She never went to any of her reunions, or even her graduations for that matter.It ...as just before noon when we pulled into the parking lot. It was surprisingly full, with about a half dozen motorcycles parked over at one side. “It looks like Tusker and his friends are here already,” I told Marilyn, pointing at the bikes.“I never have figured out how you ended up hanging out with the bikers! It’s not like you ride.”“Not in a. As she slowly eased back and then moved her hips forward it again, it began to dawn on me what she meant. A flood of emotion shot through me, but I didn't react physically, other than to continue enjoying the pleasure of the moment. I examined my feelings, first wondering why I didn't seem to be upset by what was happening to me.First of all, it felt amazing. I hadn't had a real cock in my ass for over 20 years, since before I got married. It's not that I was opposed to the idea; I just hadn't. "Dr. Cummings? Am I going to be okay? Is any of this permanent?"He frowned slightly, "Well, you had a lot of broken bones and some internal bleeding, but those injuries are healing and I don't believe any permanent harm was done. You've got a dozen stitches in your neck and you'll probably have bruises everywhere for a while. You were in pretty rough shape when you came in. You can thank your friends for your life. Without them, you wouldn't be here now."What friends? He must be talking about. And so, here I am again, Diary. Let's see. Begin at the beginning, I suppose.I really don't remember what day of the week my new life began (Master has forbidden me to look back and read previous entries), but I do remember that it was early afternoon when I put you in a box in my closet and rushed downstairs to greet my Master in the old house. I drew up short when I found him deep in conversation with Ben, who was polishing the Ghost. I approached them tentatively, and Ben told me that he.