. Not only that, but she lay both hands on his chest, rubbing his fucking pecks.In normal circumstances I would have erupted right there and then. Lan...e would have been hung over the battlements by his testicles. However Lancelot is my main man. The guy has literally won wars for me. The truth is, if he wants to touch my wife up... I just have to let him, even if it kills me.Still I’m the King, and Guinevere is my queen... maybe I can reason with him behind closed doors.Alone, I sat slumped at. After university i enrolled for my masters and met Jenny during one of the school forums. She was cute, slender with long hair and innocent looking. My type even though back in my mind i knew i was not the first man to notice her.After the forum, a gathered courage and managed to get her telephone contacts.Thereafter we kept in touch until i went to Europe and she could no longer reach me. Driven by lust, she got my contacts from a colleague and once again we kept in touch via E-mails. She. ‘You are a woman. You are weak. I am a man. I am strong.’ I looked at her 5’4′, 115 pound frame. ‘Do you want to see super powers from a super man?’ I raised my arm and flexed my bicep. Proud of the strength of my body and the muscles that I possessed, if anyone was super powerful, it was me, not her. Unrelenting and confident in her abilities, she stood her ground, smiled, and felt the hardness of my muscle. ‘Yes, you are a man and with your hard body, you should be stronger than me but you. But I'll fuck that grease right outta kentucky and yer cunt sweat'll carry the stink to the crick so help me God."All of it let go and I swear on the bible everything that came out my eyes ears backside frontside inside pisshole mouth and nose was tennessee manjuice and I could hear my mamas voice and feel her hands inside me tearin me shut not open and squeezin them holes tighterr and tighter and heard her, poor Becca... (she called me that young) Becca honey, you gonna get rung out like.