My wife rolled toward me and climbed up on my lap facing me. She grasped my cock and then lowered herself on to me. She was wetter than she had been i... a long time and she rode me with an energy I had not seen from her in years as she kissed me. My wife was enjoying herself and then moved over and sank down on Chad's lap. Chad was consumed with lust and passion as my wife rode him. Within a minute Chad was grunting and started to blow his load. My wife jumped off his cock as it rested against. I had to continue. I found another trainer and continued working on my goals. I ate well. I exercised. I worked hard. Then I began working on a goal we had set, to go on dates and meet girls. I always pictured the girl being Mishy. So I did the next best thing. I found girls that looked like her and had sex with them. Well first it started out as hand jobs. I found massage parlors that catered to happy endings. I lost my virginity to the hand of Ruby, the masseuse. But I yelled out Mishy’s name. ‘In that case,’ and she shrieked as he swept her up into his arms, one secured behind her back and the other under her knees so that the basket could rest on her belly and her head (not so incidentally) on his broad shoulder, ‘I have found a small clearing where we may enjoy our repast.’ Although she protested, he carried her the short distance to the clearing. It was truly beautiful, edged with flowers, and there was a small waterfall – the height of a man – the poured down into a charming. ”“I’ll be fine. You know me, I bounce back from things, I always…”“Shut up, Terry. I know you’re strong. And I know everyone will say how strong you are, what fortitude you’re showing, how noble you seem.“And I know you’ll be dying inside, and won’t say or show anything about that.”She paused, as if trying to decide something.“So,” she finally smiled, “I’ve made a little plan.”She looked up, and called out, “Veronica! Would you come in here, please, dear?”I looked up, baffled. What the hell was.