Solon continued to question Krista about her sex life by asking, ‘How often does your husband fuck you, dear?!?’ ‘Almost every night,’ she ans...ered between gasps, ‘he loves fucking me!!!’ ‘As well he should, my dear, you have an almost perfect vagina,’ he replied, ‘and any man would be proud to call it his own, but another question please, does he suck you too, I mean along with his fucking does he orally satisfy you?!?’ ‘God, I’m on fire,’ she moaned, ‘she’s sucking me so well, and I’m so. We talked a lot about my concerns too, if in theory I went further with it, about not wanting to get caught, about just sucking, or whether I was happy to be fucked too, and even about never having had anal sex.The getting caught bit wasn’t a problem. It was not a public site but a private farm, which he worked at! And they would take down the signs so nobody else would find it. And the sex? Well that would only go as far as I wanted. It certainly wasn’t his intention to put me off the first. .." You're my first. First one I've ever loved, too. Makes it all MUCH better." Oh, Ed..." My man needs kissing. "You'll be my only one. Forever." More kissing. "It's hard, you know. I wanna be on top again."He got me again. "You make me feel so good, Ed." I moved down where I could suck him better."You don't have to, babe," he said. "It's not a contest." Hmmph!" I hissed. I put my fingertip in the middle of his forehead. "I like it. I want to suck it." If you must..." I shall." I scooted down. Anyway, there I was on Monday morning: sitting in school before the first class, surrounded by well-wishers, with my right arm in a sling, my left arm around a very pretty girl, and with a large smile on my face. Possibly the largest smile I had ever had. I could have sat there forever, but the bell for the start of class rang.In my first class the teacher asked, "Will you have any trouble writing, Mark?" No. I'll be fine. Don't worry about it." When it came time to write something I picked up.